His breath hitched as she climbed into his lap, just like she had the night before. His dark eyes looked over her creamy white skins as the lacy bra slid down her arms, exposing her breasts. They were perky, and much more real looking than more of the women at the club. A plus, in his eyes. He'd rather have them natural than huge.
His hands remain at his sides. He knows that even though they're in a private room, the rules are the same. He still can't touch. It's better that way.
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Date: 2010-01-21 09:23 am (UTC)His hands remain at his sides. He knows that even though they're in a private room, the rules are the same. He still can't touch. It's better that way.