While he worked to remove her dress, his gaze fixed onto her chest for several seconds. For a moment, Retta thought he’d become overwhelmed by the absolute beauty of her modest chest. But when she took a look at them herself, she saw the flesh-colored nipple coverings she’d worn with the backless outfit. “Oh, just,” she slowly peeled each pastie off and flung them somewhere to the left of her, “done.” “There they are,” he said, briefly rubbing his thumbs over them.
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