Lor grinned, wicked and warm, and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her skirt.
"Let's see you without this," he said, his tone coaxing but firm.
He tugged the skirt down slowly, savoring the slide of fabric over her hips, down her thick thighs, until it pooled at her ankles.
She stepped free, leaving only her plain white panties, the simplicity of them somehow more enticing than lace.
Lor's palms roamed her calves, her knees, the lush curve of her thighs, each touch slow and deliberate, drawing soft shivers from her.
He bent to kiss her toned but soft stomach, his lips lingering on the soft, warm skin, then moved lower, pressing a kiss to the top of her thigh.
She twitched, a small, breathless sound escaping her as his lips brushed the sensitive skin there.
"You're so soft here," he murmured, kissing higher, "and here."
His mouth grazed the edge of her panties, the heat radiating through the fabric making his cock throb against his trousers.
