Dear Diamond
Yet, she reached my feet, and a devious smirk rose on her swollen lips.
Nikki dipped her fingers into the waist of her barely there shorts, rocked her hips from side to side, twice, and then let them fall to the floor, where she stepped out of them. But she didn't stop. Bending at the waist, she planted her hands on the mattress between my legs, walked herself up a couple of steps, and then took the edge of my shorts and pulled them to my ankles. I wouldn't make her beg or, hell, even ask. I kicked the damn things off somewhere into the darkness, and she dropped her head back in laughter.
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