I pull her shirt free, admiring the pink and gray leopard print bra that presents her breasts to me like a present waiting to be unwrapped. I take in her chest, the delicate bones around her neck, the flat planes of her ab muscles, and then back to her face and the fine layer of freckles that sprinkle her cheeks. Her eyes are shining, expressing her need and desire as she watches my gaze feast over her. “You’re fucking perfect.” I place a hand on her chest, running it from her neck down past her belly button. Her skin is impossibly soft and smooth. I grip the back of my sweatshirt and tee in
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