“Jesus.” Steve stares at the curve of her ass and he thinks about how badly he wants to hook his thumb under the hem of that tight little dress and bury his face between her thighs, maybe drag that tiny strap of fabric out of the way with his teeth.
But he can do none of those things, so he sits on his hands and he watches.
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Date: 2020-03-05 07:42 pm (UTC)But he can do none of those things, so he sits on his hands and he watches.