She's taken off her sweater and undergarments, and is down to her birthday suit now. She watches from her hiding place, her skin aching to touch him. He smells divine and he's right there.
Sadly, he's still wearing pants.
She whispers this time, not directly at him but passed him, using the acoustics of the high ceiling to her advantage.
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Sadly, he's still wearing pants.
She whispers this time, not directly at him but passed him, using the acoustics of the high ceiling to her advantage.
"Too. Many. Clothes."