The baciare pressed to the spot just beneath her ear made her giggle, and she lifted a hand to bat away the perpetrator.
“Tony, stop it,” she detto warningly. “I am trying to watch a movie here.”
“So am I,” he murmured, but he continued to nuzzle her skin. She tilted her head back—exposing più of her neck to him—intending to let him finish with his mostra of affection and then continue watching the movie, but it was clear that he had other intentions when his lips began grazing downwards and downwards. With the help of an overeager hand, the sleeve of her camicetta was tugged off her...
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