He started kissing her throat, moving down. His other hand stroked her shoulder, pushing at one of the straps of her petticoat so that his hand could touch her bare shoulder. He heard her murmur in satisfaction. He couldn’t work out just what words she was murmuring, but he knew that she approved of what he was doing.
The hand on her shoulder moved down to cup one of her breasts through her petticoat. Just like her thigh, it felt every bit as good as he had imagined.
He raised it up slightly and moved his mouth down to it. He sucked at the n****e through her petticoat. It was good, but it also served to make him want even more.
His hand on her thigh moved around to her buttock. He had thought that she would be wearing at least some other layer beneath the petticoat but his hand touched
