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Though it's her wrists trapped inside the shirt, I'm the one who's entirely captivated. I'm mesmerized by the muscular curves of her extended arms, and the landscape only improves as my gaze travels south.
Slightly disheveled hair and flushed cheeks give way to nubile tits lifted and crowded together and no longer quite contained by her scant black lacy push-up bra. Tonight's navel embellishment—a silver flower adorned with bright aqua crystals, suspended from a delicate hoop—drives me especially wild.
She watches while I drink her in.
I barely pause between flinging her shirt away and unhooking her bra.
A/N: Aaaaand, one more...