He tosses her last pieces of clothing aside and looms over her for a second, letting his gaze rove head to toe –– yes, she's perfect, and he doesn't hold back on subjecting her to that reverential gaze, taking his sweet time with it.
"I know you're excited," he says, running his hands down her bare thighs. "I know it just looking at you."
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"I know you're excited," he says, running his hands down her bare thighs. "I know it just looking at you."