His fingers continue lavishing me with attention as the orgasm subsides, then he squats down in front of me, placing a kiss on my inner thigh as he slides my panties down. I step out of them and he pockets them before pulling my dress down like nothing happened. When I’m breathy and starting to sweat, I turn back around to face him. “I should have brought a second pair of panties.” He grins. “They just get in the way.” My breaths are still ragged when I ask, “How’s your knee?” “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m good.” “I like worrying about you.” My gaze moves to one of the cushy chairs. I
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