[ ...his back shivers, and curves, and slides under her hands as he lowers his mouth to her breast, tending to it. His hand moves from the other to slip further down, to the nightgown gathered at her waist... fingers pushing slow under the fabric, over hip and belly, to the edges of the nest of hair below. The erection under his shorts all too tangible by now, brushing against her inner thighs. ]
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... beautiful, beautiful....
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....Aerta...