Naked As Sin
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"I'm sorry about the mess" a low husky voice whispers as his lips graze my ear, from the sound of the voice I could definitely tell it was male, he sweeps my hair to one side as it falls effortlessly over my left shoulder, exposing my right. Soft kisses are trailed from the edge of my shoulder to my neck and I can't help the shiver that passes through me.
He moves his left leg and nudges his way between my thighs, prying them open "you're just so perfect." His breath tickles the skin on my shoulder, he nudges his nose into my neck and takes a long inhale, his fingers start rubbing me over the tiny piece of material covering my sex.
"God, you're so wet Kitten" he breathes with a low groan of approval, "aren't you kitty? Feel how wet you are" his hand that was rubbing me now delicately trails back up my skin, almost skimming it making his touch as light as a feather, he runs over my stomach, my breasts and my right arm as he takes my hands and brings it to my core, making me feel my soaked panties. "Now tell me something Kitty", he smirks as his tanned hand removes mine and takes it's place, "anything" I whimper as his thumb starts tracing circles against my drenched panties, he kisses my neck as he moves his way up to my earlobe nibbling ever so slight before he whispers "do you purr?"
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