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Sarah reclined against a pile of pillows, one knee bent, the other leg extended so her toes pointed lazily toward the fo... more » Sarah reclined against a pile of pillows, one knee bent, the other leg extended so her toes pointed lazily toward the footboard. The lingerie was deep burgundy satin edged in black lace a corset-style top that cinched her waist to an almost impossible hourglass, pushing full breasts upward until soft cleavage spilled just above the boning. Matching thong panties sat high on her hips, the thin straps framing the smooth flare of her pelvis. Every shift of her body made the fabric whisper against skin, a quiet promise. She hooked two fingers under one strap and drew it slowly down her shoulder, letting it fall. Then the other. The corset loosened with a soft series of pops as she worked the hooks free, breasts tumbling forward, heavy and round, nipples already dark and taut from the cool air kissing them. She cupped them in both hands, lifting, squeezing, thumbs dragging over the peaks until her breath caught and a low hum vibrated in her throat. With a fluid roll she shed the last scrap of satin, kicking it aside so nothing remained but her own skin against the rumpled sheets. Naked, she turned onto her stomach, then pushed up onto hands and knees, back dipping into a deep arch that lifted the firm, generous curve of her ass high. The position parted her thighs just enough to reveal the glistening pink between them slick, swollen, ready. She glanced back over one shoulder, raven hair cascading like ink across pale skin, lips curved in a slow, wicked smile that said she knew exactly how the view looked and exactly what it did. One hand reached back between her legs, fingers sliding along the wet seam before circling the sensitive bud at the top in unhurried loops. The other arm braced her weight while her hips rocked forward and back in lazy rhythm, chasing the pressure. Sheets twisted beneath her knees; a pillow slipped to the floor unnoticed. Her breaths grew ragged, punctuated by small, throaty sounds half laugh, half plea as she dipped two fingers inside, curling them against the front wall until her whole body shuddered. She flipped onto her back again, knees falling wide apart, one hand returning to tease between her folds while the other roamed up to pinch and tug at a nipple. The naughty smile never quite left her face; it deepened every time her gaze seemed to find yours across the imagined distance, dark eyes glittering with shared mischief. She was unhurried, shameless, reveling in the slow burn the way tension coiled tighter in her belly, the slick sounds filling the quiet room, the tremor that started in her thighs and spread upward. When the wave finally crashed, it took her hard: back bowing off the mattress, toes curling, a long, broken moan spilling free as her inner walls pulsed around her fingers. She rode the aftershocks with tiny, rolling hips, drawing every last tremor out until she collapsed back into the pillows, chest heaving, skin flushed rose from throat to thighs. Still smiling that same knowing, inviting curve she let one hand trail idly over her stomach, painting faint wet patterns across heated skin, content to lie there glowing in the striped light, utterly open, utterly satisfied, waiting for whatever came next. « less

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