This is my new favorite pic! I just can't help look at it whenever I get the chance...
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Vanessa struggles to calm herself as rtl paints his tongue across the tips of her toes; knowing how easily it arouses her...
*just don't show any reactions girl, make him work for it…* she scolds herself…
"eep!"
Vanessa's foot jerks in reaction to rtl suddenly biting her big toe... before engulfing it in his mouth and slowly massaging it with his...
rtl looks up at his soul-mate, who still refuses to look at him... *so she won’t give me the satisfaction of looking into her eyes eh? Oh well, she's cute when she tries to play it tough...*
...and while still lightly tickling the top of her foot with one hand, uses his other hand to lightly explore the smoothness of her delicate arch...
Vanessa can feel her temperature slightly rising, and notices her cheeks and ears increasing in color in the opposite mirror. Something about watching her hubby worship her through a mirror proves to enhance her sensitivity...
Vanessa’s eyes dart down to notice the champagne bottle she brought with her; in a desperate attempt to gather what's left of her calm, she reaches out with a trembling hand and attempts to pour herself a drink...
Vanessa inhales shakily, in an attempt to steady her trembling hands, and bites her lower lip in concentration…
... rtl, times it perfectly, and quickly slides his hand up her leg and into the back of her knee; causing her to jerk in reaction and spill the wine all over her robe...
Suck-sess!!!
rtl gives her toe one last suckle, before releasing it, with a mock-thoughtful expression on his face...
"*tsk tsk*, now look how you ruined your nice robe... your gonna have to take that off or else you'll catch a cold"
Vanessa shoots rtl a playful glare, and slowly slips her left shoulder out of the robe... and stops in her tracks...
"Want to see more? you'll have to undress me yourself..."
A renewed energy flashes in rtl's eyes at the thought of...
"Gladly..." he says to her... and begins his advance on his prey…
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to be continued? It depends on how much I can write before it starts sounding corny; as you can see, I'm not much of a writter...