"You look amazing," he told her, as his hands slid over he chest. With one elbow, he propped himself up, so he was leaning over Stacey, his lips gliding down her jaw, neck, collarbone. Hesitatingly, he moved his hand from her chest down to the waistband of her shorts. "Can I...?" he asked, as he gently tugged the fabric away from her waist.
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