#16093 - She tilted her face toward his and locked her eyes to his, eyebrows angled devilishly as she clenched his erect nipple between her teeth, tugging on the sensitive tissue as he once again gasped aloud, a wave of intense pleasure with just a splash of sharp pain, altogether a wonderful cocktail of sensation. Before he got a chance to truly set her off, she retracted from his oral attentions, pulling back just enough so she could swivel her position, still straddling his chest below the shoulders, but now she faced his feet, his gaze on her perfectly formed buttocks, the displaced string of her panties still off to one side, the outer lips of her wet warmth peeking from between her soft thighs. She grasped the soft fabric of her sweater and lifted skyward, first revealing the soft, pale skin of her belly, then her ribs, slowing to an inching crawl as the fluorescent lighting started to tease and reflect the intricate lace of her black, low cut brassiere.
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