"I'm sure," she whispers back, hand in his trousers starting to stroke him. "Right here."
She stops attentions to continue until he's naked on the floorboards in those strong hands. She offers no help with the dress until the end ... when she simply tore the dress open down the front.
She hadn't even worn a real bra today, just an old fashioned binding-cloth that tore with the dress.
"Now hush, gorgeous. I have better things to do with your mouth." And she lowered her breast to his lips.
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