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He reached for the buttons on the front of her dress, loosening one button, then the next as he cleared his throat. He drew his knuckles ever so lightly across her collarbone, up the side of her neck, and across her cheek, as she trembled, dew forming on her heated skin. Then he pushed his thumb inside her lips and she closed her eyes and sucked it, allowing him to bury it deep within her hot mouth.
With the other hand, he reached the last button on her dress and drew it slowly off her shoulders until the dress fell away at her waist, exposing a sheer white bra and her lush torso. He pulled his thumb from her lips then, unhooking the bra and springing her ample breasts free, where they stood proudly, the nipples puckered dark smudges on her fair palette.
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