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Sighing softly as he kisses her, Erica raises her arms over her head so that he can pull her shirt off. Well, his shirt that is now stretched out. She tried to pick one that he didn't wear all the time, but enough to smell like him even when she washed it.
Dropping her mouth to his neck, she nuzzles against his end of day stubble pressing kisses to the skin.
Sighing softly as he kisses her, Erica raises her arms over her head so that he can pull her shirt off. Well, his shirt that is now stretched out. She tried to pick one that he didn't wear all the time, but enough to smell like him even when she washed it.
Dropping her mouth to his neck, she nuzzles against his end of day stubble pressing kisses to the skin.