'Such wanton elegance,' he mused. 'Delicate shoulders carved from the purest alabaster...white breasts firm enough to mimic stone, yet soft enough to ...llow cherry-red nipples to quiver with each breath...the flat belly, showing a hint of muscle beneath it, as though carved by a master sculptor to compliment the sleek lines of her long waist...legs, white as glistening ivory, chiseled and slim, a thin layer of satin drawn tightly over stone cut and polished by hands of passion and grace.'He. Exposing my chest, he rubs at the little nubs that will one day be my breasts, and flicks at them with his fingers. This really hurts, and I dont want him doing this anymore, but his warning keeps me still. He stops touching my chest and pulls my girl part apart, so this is what a fanny looks like. He exclaims, and touches me again with one of his fingers. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that if I cant see him doing anything then it cant be happening. He then pokes a finger into a hole down. The only problem was that my erection was at full staff, and just being that close to her was exciting me. I quietly said, "Gloria...are you awake?". She didn't stir or answer. I lightly shook her shoulder, and again, got no reponse. A thick terrycloth bathrobe and a towel were at the end of her bed, and they smelled like sweet soap, indicating she had showered before getting into bed. Her clothes were also on the bed, with her black nylon panty and bra on top. I picked up the bra and found I. I was unable to control and a moan escaped from me as she grabbed me with her hand still encased in the washcloth. The edges of the washcloth tickled my cock as she began to slowly stroke me up and down.“So much hair is ugly, Rahul, Don’t you shave? She Asked, We need to do something about that. I lay trembling under her touch, answering her with only low moans as her hand continued to glide up and down my ridge shaft. The roughness of the washcloth, the strength of her hand gripping around me.
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