Chapter Twelve
ANASTASIA
Anastasia whimpered as he undressed her roughly, pulling her b*a straps over her shoulders first before unclasping it. He groped her free breasts, kneaded them hungrily, brought her body right up to his so that she could feel his heat, smell his scent, and hear his enthusiastic breathing.
He then wormed her out of her shorts, and then her fingers were on the buttons to his shirt, and she got them undone at a lightning pace. She whipped open his shirt, ran her hands inside, felt his hard muscle, the width of his back, the strength in his waist and chest.
He kissed her again, hungrily, and she fiddled with his belt buckle, urgency nearly overwhelming her, until she had it undone, and tugged his trousers down. He stepped out of them, the lump in his boxer briefs p
