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He
undoes
the
buttons
of
his
jeans
and
slowly
pulls
his
jeans
down
,
his
eyes
on
mine
the
whole
time
.
He
leans
down
over
me
and
,
grasping
each
of
my
ankles
,
quickly
jerks
my
legs
apart
and
crawls
onto
the
bed
between
my
legs
.
He
hovers
over
me
.
I
am
squirming
with
need
.
“
Keep
still
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
then
he
leans
down
and
kisses
the
inside
of
my
thigh
,
trailing
kisses
up
,
over
the
thin
lacy
material
of
my
panties
,
kissing
me
.
Oh
…
I
can
’
t
keep
still
.
How
can
I
not
move
?
I
wriggle
beneath
him
.
“
We
’
re
going
to
have
to
work
on
keeping
you
still
,
baby
.
”
He
trails
kisses
up
my
belly
,
and
his
tongue
dips
into
my
navel
.
Still
he
’
s
heading
north
,
kissing
me
across
my
torso
.
My
skin
is
burning
.
I
’
m
flushed
,
too
hot
,
too
cold
,
and
I
’
m
clawing
at
the
sheet
beneath
me
.
He
lies
down
beside
me
and
his
hand
trails
up
from
my
hip
,
to
my
waist
,
and
up
to
my
breast
.
He
gazes
down
at
me
,
his
expression
unreadable
,
and
gently
cups
my
breast
.
“
You
fit
my
hand
perfectly
,
Anastasia
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
dips
his
index
finger
into
the
cup
of
my
bra
and
gently
yanks
it
down
,
freeing
my
breast
,
but
the
underwire
and
fabric
of
the
cup
force
it
upward
.
His
finger
moves
to
my
other
breast
and
repeats
the
process
.
My
breasts
swell
,
and
my
nipples
harden
under
his
steady
gaze
.
I
am
trussed
up
by
my
own
bra
.
“
Very
nice
,
”
he
whispers
appreciatively
,
and
my
nipples
harden
even
more
.
He
blows
very
gently
on
one
as
his
hand
moves
to
my
other
breast
,
and
his
thumb
slowly
rolls
the
end
of
my
nipple
,
elongating
it
.
I
groan
,
feeling
the
sweet
sensation
all
the
way
to
my
groin
.
I
am
so
wet
.
Oh
,
please
,
I
beg
internally
as
my
fingers
clasp
the
sheet
tighter
.
His
lips
close
around
my
other
nipple
,
and
when
he
tugs
,
I
nearly
convulse
.
“
Let
’
s
see
if
we
can
make
you
come
like
this
,
”
he
whispers
,
continuing
his
slow
,
sensual
assault
.
My
nipples
bear
the
delicious
brunt
of
his
deft
fingers
and
lips
,
setting
alight
every
single
nerve
ending
so
that
my
whole
body
sings
with
sweet
agony
.
He
just
doesn
’
t
stop
.
“
Oh
…
please
,
”
I
beg
,
and
I
pull
my
head
back
,
my
mouth
open
as
I
groan
,
my
legs
stiffening
.
Holy
hell
,
what
’
s
happening
to
me
?
