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Just a touch

Jack stood behind me, untying my black sheer dress as I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror. As my dress fell to the floor Jack quickly cupped my large breast then squeezed them into his hands. Although I knew his name, Jack wore a mask every time we met. His voice tortured me and gave pleasure at the same time. Sex never happened between us because Jack had a particular fetish of fondling then sucking my large nipples. His gentle pinch of my nipples made my pussy wet with anticipation. My body wanted his cock but as his wife sat in the chair looking at us I knew I would only get his touch.

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