The early pantyhose model light danced across the crisp white sheets, the pantyhose model just-right bed we had slept on, our discarded clothing and the luxurious carpeting before coming to rest on Adams Gibson 335.
She sat quietly next pantyhose model to the wall in the room, her proud lines just begging to be touched.
When I met Adam, he had explained that he already had a woman…his sweet pantyhose model, sexy, soulful guitar.
If I wanted him, I had to pantyhose model share him with her pantyhose model.
I looked at her now and pantyhose model smiled.
Without that mistress called a guitar, Adam wouldn be the man he was, and I wouldn love him near as much.
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Right pantyhose model now, though, his Gibson was the last thing on my mind, because Adams hand was sliding under the sheet.
"Adam!" I scolded playfully.
"Indeed it is," he replied with a deep southern drawl that made my skin tingle.
I lifted one leg to rest it on his thigh while his hand moved down my chest and rested on my belly.
"Whatever, then, shall you do with me first thing in the pantyhose model morning?" I asked innocently.
Adam grinned.
"Okay!" I piped up immediately, making Adam laugh aloud, just as I pantyhose model knew it would.
His pantyhose model laughter ended softly as I pantyhose model tilted my head back to kiss him, long and lazy, my tongue dancing with his without a hurry in the world.
Adams hand rested lightly on my belly, pulling me to him a little, cradling my body lovingly.
We were both warm with sleep, and still a little over the edge of dreamland, resting against each other with all the comfort of a couple who are friends as well as lovers.
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Adams fingers tangled in my chestnut hair as he tipped my head back farther, his tongue gently sliding deep, stealing my breath and making my chest heave against his broad hand.
I finally shoved against his chest to fight for breath, and he released me and laughed again.
Adam rested on one pantyhose model elbow and gently pantyhose model lowered the sheet, exposing my skin pantyhose model for his eyes.
I lay content and still, watching his eyes rove over pantyhose model me.
He gently traced a thin red line on my breast left by a crease pantyhose model in the sheet.
His hand trailed over my body slowly, memorizing every texture, every soft spot.
I shivered once pantyhose model when he touched my foot, but otherwise we lay silent, just enjoying having each other close.
Adams head dipped and I ran my fingers into his thick brown hair as he pantyhose model tasted me, his tongue sampling the salt and warmth of my neck.
