Using both hands, I raise your sweater over your breasts, revealing them into my view. They are the picture of magnificence and, without moving your powder-pink bra, I kiss every inch of their exposed skin. I work my way back up, still pulling up your sweater as I go. You raise your arms, allowing me to remove the sweater entirely.I toss is aside and then take my index finger and place it gently on your chin. I trace a line straight down. Across your throat, through your supple cleavage, across and over your stomach, coming to a stop at the upper edge of your jeans. I use just my thumb to…
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