Michael
And now, to her rear, my erection pressed hard against her, I turn her to face the others, reaching around to untie the front laces. As the garment falls open, her breasts swing free, rosy n*****s pebbling in my palms as I cup her, displaying her. In the mirrors, her pale skin catches the glimmer of the candles, her red hair turned to a flame by their light, and as she blindly pants, my arms curved around her as her beautiful breasts sit heavy in my hands.
I slide the cami to the floor “Step out of it, Charlotte."
Lifting first one foot and then the other, she stands, all but naked. And now, slipping fingers through the slim straps of her panties, I slip these down and away from her also.
Beautiful, nude and smelling of the desire to be f****d, the press of her body against mi
