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Once he was completely naked, he knelt beside the couch and undid my jeans, undoing the fastenings carefully and quickly. "Lift your hips," he instructed gently, and I did so, allowing him to slide the jeans from my body. Then he lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my large breasts, which had been shown only to the mirror in my bedroom before.
"God, you're beautiful, Lily," Patrick breathed as he traced his fingers over the exposed tops of my sensitive breasts.
"I---I am?" I asked, snapping out of my dream world just enough to understand.
"Yes, Lily...you are," he replied softly. "Now, sit up a minute." I did so, and he deftly unhooked my bra wet willy and flame boy slid it off my shoulders, down my arms, and laid it aside.
My underwear was now the only thing left on me, flame boy and wet willy obediently I raised my hips again, still in a mental fog. I could feel Patrick's fingertips brushing lightly over my slightly rounded stomach and curved hips, and could feel the silky fabric sliding gently down my legs and off my body. Only when he moved to settle on top of me did my rational mind make a final sharp protest. |
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