Forced into damnation

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Shari reached behind her and undid the clasp of her lacy bra. She shrugged her shoulders and lit the wispy white garment slide down the length of her arms, freeing her breasts from the confinement of its tightly constricting cups. Then she dropped the bra to the floor and shook her shoulders, letting her breasts sway from side to side.

Although she was thin, Sheri's tits were big enough to fill the cups of her size thirty-six-C bra. She ran her hands over them lightly, feeling her silver-dollar-size pink nipples begin to pucker and harden. She held them in her fingers for a moment, turning them back and forth like the knobs of a radio. Then she drooped her hands to the waistband of her black pantyhose. Hooking her thumbs under the elastic she began tugging them downward slowly and deliberately.

The john was lying on the bed watching her undress. He hadn't said a word since picking her up in the street and had stripped in silence as soon as they got into the room. Sheri could see his cock hardening as he let his gaze travel up and down the length of her near-naked body. With one hand he was idly stroking himself.

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