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That butterfly-flutter echoed in her stomach again; that mix of need, affection and slight apprehension. She didn't want to mess this up. She wanted his first time to be good, to make him want to repeat it. Because, ho-boy, would she want to repeat it.
Coat, hat and sunglasses knocked to the floor, she backed him up towards the bed. "So, sugarlips, which would you prefer? Me undressing you first, or me slipping out of these, then undressing you?"
Coat, hat and sunglasses knocked to the floor, she backed him up towards the bed. "So, sugarlips, which would you prefer? Me undressing you first, or me slipping out of these, then undressing you?"