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Lucille was practically drooling over him. "Goddamn..." she murmured, awestruck, running her fingers over his abs. |
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he let her do it he was watching every move she did |
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Lucille grinned and continued to run her fingertips over his abs, mesmerizing them. "Your gonna be a nice treat for when we decide to do it...." she giggled lightly her gaze flicking back up to him. |
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he chuckled "thank you.. you will be to love" |
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Lucille smiled, giggled and blushed "Thank you" she murmured, before leaning into kiss him, still keeping her hands on his abs. When she pulled away she forced herself to take her hands off his abs and close her eyes so she wasn't tempted to touch them again. "Go put a shirt on before I tell you to take off another piece of clothing." |
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"yes ma'am "he walked back over to the dresser and put a shirt on |
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Lucille kept her eyes closed until she knew he had a shirt back on. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Thank you," she said softly and pecked him on the lips before gathering her own clothes for the day. "Um, where can I change?" |
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"my bathroom " he point to a door in his room |
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Lucille nodded and smiled. "Okay," she said, going into his bathroom and changing quickly, along with brushing her teeth and putting on mascara. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
