Six Sentence Sunday - Unholy Union

            Ash’s cool hands traveled up her thighs, rumpling her skirt and the concealing tablecloth ever higher until they gathered at her waist.  The white fabric of the tablecloth draped in heavy folds on either side of her hips, keeping her bared skin hidden.  Ash tugged at her, encouraging her to slide to the edge of her chair.  She felt him snuggle in close, pushing her legs wide apart to accommodate his shoulders.  Her sex clenched as his breath puffed high against her inner thighs.            Elaine swallowed hard as one of Ash’s fingers hooked the crotch of her panties, shoving the fabric aside. 
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