The blouse,Group Fucking Sister the skirt–they felt like extra layers now, weighing him down. His eyes roamed over the options, his touch gentle as he lifted a black satin teddy, sheer and daring, its neckline low and edged with delicate lace, garters dangling from the hem. Whatever caused it–our argument, the wishes–we’ve got to try something.”

“Okay, sure,” he said, flopping onto her bed and stretching out, the pantyhose rubbing against the sheets. His breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the air, and he groaned, the sound high and feminine from her throat, vibrating through him.

“Keep talking,” he shot back, his voice sultry and daring in her tone.