[ Rolling up against the pillowed headboard so his view is an unobstructed one, he rests his hands behind his head and wolf-whistles as Molly undresses, shooting him an appreciative peanut-galley whoop! when the last article of clothing is cast off. Then his attention melts all over Molly, nude and beautiful, and zones in on those red stockings as they get pulled up each leg.
It's necessary to shove his trousers off then, too hard to endure them, left in his island boxers. He swallows a lump, licking his suddenly dry lips. ]
I'll find you more, if you like them. Not a problem.
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It's necessary to shove his trousers off then, too hard to endure them, left in his island boxers. He swallows a lump, licking his suddenly dry lips. ]
I'll find you more, if you like them. Not a problem.