She whimpered quietly as she pulled her hand away. She brought it up to rest on the leg draped across the chair's arm.
"Beautiful," he sighed. His hands . . . warm and heavy . . . massaged her thighs . . . caressed them. Gradually they inched up, slipping past the lace edges of her nylons and onto her exposed flesh.
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