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Dillon stripped Katherine slowly as he kissed her. He couldn’t wait to get her n***d, but he knew drawing it out would make it that much better for both of them.
Her shirt stayed on his couch. Her b*a hit the floor in front of it. He drew one n****e then the other into his mouth until she was clawing at his back. She pulled his shirt off and tossed it toward his kitchen. He kicked his pants and briefs off the rest of the way in the hallway, then dropped to his knees and kissed her belly.
“I can smell you, sweetheart. I bet you’re already ready for me.”
“I am,” she said with a moan.
Dillon pressed his face to her and nuzzled her with his nose, knowing she’d feel it through her jeans. She gasped, then moaned, then pressed his head against her again.
“It’ll be much better if you let
