Internally, I swore at him a thousand times more, but it did little to stop the softness of his skin brushing against my inner thighs as he slowly tugged the trousers up my legs, well aware that my face had gone bright red and I could look nowhere but at him and his toying smile.
No cus tell me why DRESSING ur so is more hotter than taking it off of them????????!!!!!?!?!!?
