As I slowly unbuttoned her blouse I was wondering where her brassiere went. The blouse was a sheer plain white button down and with Cheryl's endowments I can't imagine that I was so busy I hadn't paused a moment to breathe in the view as we transacted our commerce during business hours. With a translucent covering such as this I know I would have spotted her brown nipples clearly through the fabric. Those beauties were restrained earlier. I was sure. They were apparent and at attention now.
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- Smu Doodle
- Purveyor of paralogical compliance to verbally mediated reality, artisanal smut, with a pinch of full time flâneur tossed in to taste.
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