A Bride For A Truce

A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. "I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you."

I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin.

His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.

"Damn," the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. "They look even better than I had imagined." His grip tightens slightly. "A perfect fit for my hands."

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