For seconds, minutes, the only thing I want is to kiss her and be close to her, to feel her hands scrambling to touch every inch of me and to taste the hunger on her tongue. When I do finally pull away from her, I only get as far as her neck, and then the neckline of her leotard again. When I pull the straps off her shoulders, fully intending to strip it from her body so I can finally see her naked beauty in its entirety, I get distracted by the sight of her breasts, and the memory of how she tasted when I spread her pleasure over them. Which immediately sends me down her body, down to the
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