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She grabs the hem of her tight dark red sweater dress and tugs it up slowly, revealing her body inch by inch. Her thong is so wet it sticks between her pussy lips. My mouth waters to taste her, but that's not what is happening right now.
Stopping as the hem of her dress reaches the underside of her breasts, Lucia lets out a small puff of air.
"Finish it," I say in a guttural tone usually reserved for interrogations.
She shivers like she can feel the barely leashed violence behind it. Not that I will do her harm, but I am going to fuck her so hard, she'll need to sit on a pillow tomorrow.
She tugs the soft red knit up a sliver at a time until her pebbled nipples poke at me through the sheer fabric of her bra. Stopping when her body is revealed but her face is hidden by the dress, she puts herself on display, making herself vulnerable to me.
My plan to have her undress herself going up in the fiery inferno of my need for her, I step forward. We pull her dress the rest of the way off together.
I toss it away from us before cupping her generous mounds. "Your tits are beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so."
"You never told me why the red." Not sure why my brain offers that as a distraction. "Is it because you're so passionate,eromenis mou?"
I need to get a handle on the lust surging through me, or I'm going to rip off her soaked panties and destroy the matching bra. Finding out why she always wears red is as good of a brain interrupt as anything else. Or should that be little-brain interrupt?
She shakes her head. "The shade of red that represents passion is brighter. Besides, I didn't even know this kind of desire lived inside me before we met."
My little brain likes hearing that. Too much. "So what does that dark red mean?"
"A lot of things, but the one that matters to me is courage. Making the choices I did that led me here took a lot of it. Wearing something crimson every day is my way of reminding myself I have the courage I need to get through whatever comes."
Gamó. "When I think you can't get any more perfect, you do." And as distractions from my lust go, this discussion is a total bust. "Take off your boots."
"Aren't you going to help me?" she teases.
"I'm busy." I could play with her rack for hours. I pinch both nipples at the same time. "Be my good girl and do what I say."
She shudders.
She loves being called a good girl. It fucking fascinates me. She is my good girl though, even when she's being bad.
"I need to bend down to get my boots."
Nodding, I release her tits and step back. "Turn around, I want to watch your ass."
Blushing, she turns. That blush makes me want to throw her over the couch and drill her without mercy, but we've got plans.
She squats to take off her boots, popping her ass cheeks out and putting the crotch of her panties stained dark from her arousal on display.
"Never wear tights again," I order.
She shakes her ass a little. "Like my thigh highs, do you?"
"Yes." The way they stop midway up her juicy curved thighs and frame her ass and pussy gets me every damn time.
She tugs off first one boot and then the other, before straightening her legs. She does not lift her torso, effectively leaving her bent over and touching her feet.
She stays that way until I am breathing heavily from the view of her ass. "You're a fucking tease, Lucia."
Standing, she turns and sweeps her long hair back over her shoulders so every inch of her luscious tits is on display for me. "I'm not teasing, I'm tempting."
"Stay there."
"You're so growly."
