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           Heundoesthebuttonsofhisjeansandslowlypullshisjeansdown,hiseyesonminethewholetime.Heleansdownovermeand,graspingeachofmyankles,quicklyjerksmylegsapartandcrawlsontothebedbetweenmylegs.Hehoversoverme.Iamsquirmingwithneed.

           “Keepstill,”hemurmurs,andthenheleansdownandkissestheinsideofmythigh,trailingkissesup,overthethinlacymaterialofmypanties,kissingme.

           Oh…Ican’tkeepstill.HowcanInotmove?Iwrigglebeneathhim.

           “We’regoingtohavetoworkonkeepingyoustill,baby.”Hetrailskissesupmybelly,andhistonguedipsintomynavel.Stillhe’sheadingnorth,kissingmeacrossmytorso.Myskinisburning.I’mflushed,toohot,toocold,andI’mclawingatthesheetbeneathme.Heliesdownbesidemeandhishandtrailsupfrommyhip,tomywaist,anduptomybreast.Hegazesdownatme,hisexpressionunreadable,andgentlycupsmybreast.

           “Youfitmyhandperfectly,Anastasia,”hemurmurs,anddipshisindexfingerintothecupofmybraandgentlyyanksitdown,freeingmybreast,buttheunderwireandfabricofthecupforceitupward.Hisfingermovestomyotherbreastandrepeatstheprocess.Mybreastsswell,andmynippleshardenunderhissteadygaze.Iamtrussedupbymyownbra.

           “Verynice,”hewhispersappreciatively,andmynippleshardenevenmore.

           Heblowsverygentlyononeashishandmovestomyotherbreast,andhisthumbslowlyrollstheendofmynipple,elongatingit.Igroan,feelingthesweetsensationallthewaytomygroin.Iamsowet.