<p>Harry's chest muscles were toned, hard under my soft fingertips. I watched his mouth part as my index lightly ran over his nipple. Hot breath forced from his body as my touch traveled down his front. Carefully I traced the defined lines on his stomach. I curiously let my fingers wander to the v lines on his hips. But my touch ceased when I reached the black band of his boxers which was visible over the top of his jeans.
- Dark, H28</p>
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