The dress pooled at the girl’s feet like liquid moonlight, the fabric slithering down her thighs before catching on the toe of her sandal. For a heartbeat, it hung there,suspended between modesty and abandon, before the guy behind her hooked a finger into the waistband and tugged it free. The movement was casual, practiced, like popping the tab on a beer can. Lora’s stomach lurched as the girl arched back against him, bare skin gleaming under the fractured light, her breath hitching when his teeth grazed her shoulder.
The guy’s tongue dragged slow and deliberate over the girl’s nipple, his breath hot against her skin as he circled the peaked bud with a precision that made Lora’s own body flush in response. She couldn’t look away,shouldn’t look away, maybe, but the intimacy of the act, the way the girl’s back arched slightly as if pulled by an invisible string, held her transfixed. The guy’s lips closed around her nipple, sucking gently, and the girl’s fingers tightened in his hair, her hips rolling back against the man behind her with a rhythm that was almost lazy, almost practised.
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