She returned about ten minutes later wearing his wife’s soft pink knee-length nighty. The thin fabric clung to every curve. Her milk-white, silky thighs glowed under the living-room light, and the full, rounded swell of her ass moved with every slow step. He felt his cock thicken instantly.
She walked straight toward him, paused only long enough to lock the bedroom door behind her, then gave him a killer little smile and kept coming. He stayed seated on the sofa, eyes locked on her body. When she reached him she lifted one bare leg and rested her foot on the edge of the coffee table, the nighty riding high up her thigh.
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