One strap down, one to go. While he does that, he'll trail kisses along the arm now free of the tank tops, tracing the journey of the scrap of fabric that just brushed down it.
He then does the same when her other arm is free, ending with a kiss pressed into her palm, his hands moving to the hem of the tank top, tugging it upwards.
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He then does the same when her other arm is free, ending with a kiss pressed into her palm, his hands moving to the hem of the tank top, tugging it upwards.