Narcissa laughed at that. "You're not very imaginative," she told him, taking his hand and sliding it under the skirt of her dress, so it rested on her thigh. "You can feel my skin like that."
She pressed close to his chest, kissing him again. "Do you not like touching my thigh?"
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