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Charcoal Pinstripes
Date: 10/10/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
him, I was uncertain. Hands pressed lightly to my knees, slowly spreading my legs apart. I groaned and reached out to feel, to touch. Anyone. Someone. A heated hand grasped my wrist and lifted up. Warm wetness met the inside of my arm—a kiss. That one kiss turned into a trail of kisses, which jolted through me with prickling heat. Fingertips slid across the inside of my thighs, teasing back and forth, up and up, underneath my skirt. When those fingertips brushed over my swollen pussy, I groaned. My skin crackled with fire. I could tell because the touch felt cold and soothing, and wet. Wet from me. My sweat, my cream. The lips on my arm made their way to my shoulder and fingertips followed, tickling and teasing. With my other hand, I found the hem of a suit jacket, and pulled. I don’t know what I was pulling for, but the tension building inside compelled me to demand more. More kissing, more touching, more closeness. More. The bed dipped behind me and hands met my shoulders, brushing over my tingling skin. I moaned and gasped and tried to lean into the contact. Fingers found the pull of my zipper and slowly drew it down. Down . . . until cool air brushed my back and my dress slipped from my shoulders, unaided. Gravity caused it to fall. The smooth satin clung to my breasts and the straps gathered in the crook of my arms. All the many times I fantasized, and here it was in reality, yet it felt like a dream. Warm hands reached from behind me and slid the straps over my ...