Mysty Mcpartland
“He fumbled on the night stand and found the box of matches and lit the lamp. He turned back to his bride and saw her frowning in confusion. Grinning at her he moved closer, with nimble fingers he unbuttoned the front of her nightgown. “I think we can dispense with this don’t you sweetheart?”When he saw her cheeks flaming with her blush, he bent down and gave her a swift kiss before he eased the material up her body. He drew it over her head and tossed it over his shoulder. He drew in a sharp br...eath as his gaze traveled over her exquisite curves. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. High pointed lush breasts, her nipples already tight and beaded. They were flushed a dark pink with her desire.Her waist tiny and slim curving hips, the dark curls between the apex of her thighs beckoned to him to touch and explore. Slowly his gaze slid back to her face and though her eyes shone with desire he could see she was nervous and a little afraid. He lay down beside her and gathered her up in his arms.MoreLess
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