First, I pull the lace with my teeth... slowly, until it slips off. 😈
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I love this moment: the fabric is already wet with desire, I bite the edge and pull, feeling it slide down my thighs. Then I exhale right down there. And I'm looking at you from under my brows, waiting for you to take the next step.
Would you be able to look at it and not touch it? I'm not.😉