Her eyes dance beneath their lids—dreaming. Leaning down, I blow softly on her nipples, and they begin to grow to tight peaks beneath her silk nightgown. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not wrap my mouth around those exquisite tiny beads and suck on them through the silk. Another... perfection. This girl is too damn pretty. I grip the top of the white sheet laid across her waist and drag it down her hips, past where her little gown lies across her upper legs. My fingers skim across her knee, panning upwards, nothing more than the slightest of touches but enough to drag her gown up
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