beauty underneath
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17 Chapter seventeen; beauty underneath
She happened to be caught up just by the exit. So, yet again, Dennis had her pinned to
his door with his body pressing against her,
"Little angry birdie; he said with a smile. Before poking her nose with his free hands.
His laughter now settled into a smile as he just admired her beauty. He still saw the
anger in her eyes, but that might have just added to why he thought her irresistible.
Who was she really? Who was this little girl fearless that she expressed her anger
towards him with every given opportunity?
Now even coupled with the fact that she wanted something from him
The thought of that had somehow stirred up a little rage inside him. No one
challenges him, and especially not one her life literally revolved around him.
"Just as I thought, you can't do it, you are just some little girl filled with anger without
any balls," he spoke in a whisper into her ears before letting her go, moving away from
ner.
He turned, moving towards his bed.
Leave, you can't do it.
"I can," he heard her say but he wasn't planning to entertain her or her unstable act
anymore.
Well, that was until he turned and beheld her magnificent face again, his mind had
never been changed so fast.
"Prove it... He said with his eyes staring deep into hers.
He watched her pretty face through the dim light, she took a deep breath, before
reaching for her t-shirt, pulling it over her head.
Her body only now covered with just bra and denim shorts (jean shorts). His eyes
surveyed her body carefully. She was beautiful, what he saw so far exceeded his
expectations.
She was wearing a pink lacy bra which managed to put her curvaceous boobs ina
good sight. Her cleavage was above average, she was quite busty compared to an
average American or European woman. The lace of her bra was transparent,
somewhere revealing what lay underneath.
His eyes now fell on her almost invisible belly button. Her tiny waist which he didn't
mind seeing how low they could go. His eyes reached her hips and what might lay
underneath.
Tm waiting he spoke as his gaze went back to her face. She reached the buttons and
the zip of her small jeans shots undoing them.
Her gaze still softly on his, she went ahead to pull the shorts down her thighs and
they fell to the ground.
She slowly stepped over it with her eyes still on him.
His gaze immediately caught what it sought. Oh, he loved a little lady in pink.
Her pink lacy panties which matched her bra weren't a bad sight to behold. Her face
looked younger than her age while her body looked older. She was stalked, just
enough size of boobs which his hands could obviously not cover-up. Thin waist and
an obvious arched curves. She was well-shaped and he wondered what she would
sound like beneath him.
He would make sure she felt the pain of his wrath, the pain that striking him could
cause, and at the same time, she couldn't ask him to stop because it came with
pleasure too. Enough pleasure to make a woman want both.
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