He peeled off my blue jean shorts, and panties, like he was ripping off a band-aid. They were there, then they were gone. One sweep.
Poof.
My open backed tank was over my head next. Just a blur of fabric over my head.
He lifted my back enough to unclip my b*a, in one snap of his fingers. Then lifted it off me.
Clearly done this before. A lot.
Eric’s eyes roved me so fast, I thought he was trying to see everything at once. They landed on my face. “Are you a virgin?”
“No.” I gave him a contemptuous look. Crinkling my nose and shaking my head.
“Good.” He dropped his mouth to my chest and began kissing his way down my body. Making a scorching path down toward my p***y.
“Eric!” I leaned up to stare at him. Already remembering the putty he’d turned me to in that closet, less than an hour
