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Marcus
My erection is still threatening to rip a hole in my pants as I turn around and look at Emma—who, to my great disappointment, is now fully dressed. It almost doesn’t matter, though. The sight of her clad in nothing but lacy underwear is permanently etched into my brain—and will star in every wet dream and fantasy of mine going forward.
“Sexy” doesn’t even begin to describe her curvy little body. Every soft, feminine inch of her seems to be designed with my newly discovered preferences in mind. Her creamy skin is dotted in a few places with an appealing smattering of freckles, and her ass is the best I’ve ever seen: full and heart-shaped, infinitely squeezable. Or at least I imagine it is—I somehow managed to keep my hands off it as I devoured her mouth.
And then, of course, t
