Hundo Expansion | Sexuality
Undress Me
A Hundo for Undress
He was on the bed laying back with an arm behind his head on a pillow, still wearing his pants and shirt when she opened the door. His tie, cumberbund, and jacket were hanging from the chair in the corner. She was still wearing her party dress. The wedding was beautiful; the day was long, and nerves were shot, and feelings were broken. It’s like that sometimes.
She had pouty lips, still red from the day’s makeup. The exhaustion on her eyes was covered by makeup and half smiles.
The man sat up and approached her. With a soft embrace, he whispered, “Such a weird day to start the rest of our lives together.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
“You’re so perfect,” he said, squeezing her on his arms.
“No, no I’m not all that,” she said, tapping his chest. “Could you help undress me?” she asked, turning her back to him. He placed his hands on the zipper in the center of her back and started pulling down slowly. He kissed behind her hair and neck when he finished. She held the dress up over her breast, watching him in the mirror as he worshiped her body. He looked into the mirror and found her eyes.
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