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She is naked, down on her hands and knees. He draws his fingertips along her arm a fraction of an inch away from making contact. XNXX He must be taking off the last of his clothes…no, that sliding is the silk lining of his wool coat. All over, nearly touching. She encourages him with her hips, pressing into him, and with her hand, tugging at him. He playfully swipes it back and forth, gently hitting each leg. Okay, yes.” Her cheeks flush as she hears herself repeating the affirmations to him. His wool overcoat and wingtip shoes would have been at home in a Brooks Brothers advertisement. The tie and jacket are missing, the top buttons of his impeccably tailored shirt are undone, and his sleeves are rolled up, but he otherwise looks the same. Its motor is on a pattern, winding up in intensity just to the edge, then winding back down.
