Where Angels Fear To Tread (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She moaned lowly, squirming a bit to get the top of her dress down further for him, reaching to hike up the skirt of her dress.
 
She finally got his slacks open and pushed them from his hips, working on his under shirt and boxers next.
 
She tossed away his under shirt, always loving to pull his boxers off last. Always said she liked saving the best for last.
 
She bit her lip, moving just a bit so she could reach better, and watched as his cock sprang free to greet her.
 
She helped him wiggle out of her dress as best as she could from her spot on the vanity, giving soft noises to show she was having fun.
 
He hissed and moved her a bit, shuddering as he ground against her entrance, and feeling how wet she was.
 
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