[he kneaded a little, leaning in to kiss just above the top of the bra as he gained a little more confidence here with the positive response. Slowly, he moved to pepper some kisses over the fabric, teasing at a nipple through the fabric.]
[And one hand trailed back to her leg, pressing up under the skirt to trail up the soft, smooth skin them.] God, Dean...
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[And one hand trailed back to her leg, pressing up under the skirt to trail up the soft, smooth skin them.] God, Dean...