6
Erik
“You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” I murmured.
I would have to thank the head attendant at a much later time for the lack of undergarments, for as soon as the dress pooled at her feet, she was bare to us.
Gunnar growled at the sight of all her creamy skin, her lush curves.
“Perfection,” whispered Rolf as he cupped her full breast, as if testing the weight of it.
With her eyes covered, we looked to her body for her responses, the way she arched her back into Rolf’s touch, the gasp that escaped her lips, the flushing of her pale skin.
She was ours. How did we ever have doubts about this? About her?
We touched her gently, reverently, learning every silky soft inch of her. As Rolf played with her breasts, made her n*****s hard, Gunnar dropped to his knees and stroked up and down her
