Buying Charlotte
Restrained?
The sparkling dress slides down, puddling at my feet, leaving me dressed only in black lace panties and high heeled shoes. Kris bends to pick up the dress, laying it carefully to one side, then continues his circling, caressing my now naked skin with the crop. He traces the soft leather tongue of the crop, with the lightest of touches, over my cheeks and lips, the curve of my waist, my loins, my breasts.
Inside, I am growing warm and liquid. Outside, the flush of arousal is rising in a wave over my stomach and breasts, colouring my face.
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