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🕑 Added 2016-12-18 02:00:00 +0000 UTC So I believe I mentioned that Vica Kerekes, she of the ignorance of the nudity clause, was rapidly becoming my head!Ivy, and the above scene was hugely inspirational for this story's introduction to her.The naked woman in the bed. Poison fucking Ivy. Even with the sheet covering her, white as parchment, she soaked through it like ink. Her curves, her color, the indolent sexuality of her. He could see the blooming rosebuds of her cleavage, the prickly thorns of her nipples radiant. Down the bed, and her narrow waist, its smooth contours compelling the sheet above to collapse into folds of gossamer mountain ranges, twisted at the hips, putting her more properly on her side than her back. Even in her sleep, she was teasing, hiding her pubis from his hungry eyes, but the sight of her plentiful buttocks was more than enough compensation.
With the sheet tangled up in her, there wasn’t enough left to cover all of her lower body, so it curtained her bottom and left one leg exposed. The inadequate portion of sheet that lay over her heart-shaped ass—leaving perhaps a ventricle exposed—still somehow clung tightly enough to delve into the beginnings of the valley that divided her buttocks, as if perhaps even a blanket wished to touch her as much as possible. Then it continued a little while down the bottommost cheek, preserving a modicum of decorum before showing the smooth, flawless skin and the curve of her hip which pressed down into the mattress, lightly sinking into it.
Then continued her legs, and those were their own works of art, but Tim couldn’t even be tempted by them, so great was the temptation of that perfect, but imperfectly covered, ass. He had to have it. And the only way it would be his was if its center was stretched around his hard, pistoning cock.
