That tone of voice, the look on his face, it sends a pulse of hot and wet
right between her thighs. Smirking, she peels her corset open, discarding
it on the bench next to him, She skims her fingers up over pale skin,
grazing over pierced nipples under lace.
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That tone of voice, the look on his face, it sends a pulse of hot and wet right between her thighs. Smirking, she peels her corset open, discarding it on the bench next to him, She skims her fingers up over pale skin, grazing over pierced nipples under lace.
"That isn't a no, pretty boy."