Date: 2012-03-21 10:34 am (UTC)
She gave him a look, and then without a word she peeled off the flimsy covering that dared to call itself a top and cast it carelessly away. She gave him a moment to take in the meaning of what she'd done. "Does this answer your question?" And then slowly she slide her hands over her breasts and down abs to her hips. Her thumbs hooked under the thin bands that held the last little nod to modesty on her body. "Or would you like me to be clearer?"
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