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Lilyan did nothing to stop him when he grabbed the waistline of her panties. She wanted him to continue. He raised up and sat on his knees. Then, slowly, tortuously, he began sliding the black thong down her legs. Lilyan tried to press her knees together, but Zayd managed to slip the thin fabric between them, raising her legs as he did. He slipped the panties down her calves, pulling them off of her feet. He let her legs back down, setting one foot on either side of his hips. Zayd sat for a moment, just staring at her. He reached his hands out and trailed his fingertips from the temples of her head to her lips, and down to her slender neck. The path moved down her body in two mirrored trails. His fingers ran over her throat, her collarbone, and paused briefly to massage her breasts. Lily