Sir’s Naughty Girl
Sandy Hilton pulled away from Nathan and cat walked to the center of the room, letting her lemon dress drop to a pool at her ankles.
The fire illuminating as her skin as her eyes disappeared behind those closed lids in sensual submersion.
She was clad only in her lace panties, her skin glowing like alabaster in the dim light.
Nathan went and stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Look at them, Sandy," he commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "They’re all waiting. They all want to see what you’re made of. Why don't you start with Roy? Show the man what you’re capable of
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