Chasidy let her hands explore over his back. At the end of the seam of his shirt she grasped it and pulled it over his head. He smiled down at her and pulled her shirt over her head. He kissed above each one of her breasts. Everything was happening so quickly. Neither of them cared, they wanted this. They wanted this closeness. They let themselves unfold into one another for a night of burning passion.
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