[Warning: Explicit and detailed mature scene.]
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Kimmy naively tilted her head up and met Cain's hazy gaze.
"You will be the death of me, Kimberly," Cain whispered as he pulled Kimmy who ended up sitting on the side of the bed.
"Give me a towel. I will dry your hair," Kimmy muttered with a gulp. Cain's stare at her was so intense that she felt like he was skinning her alive.
Instead of answering, Cain bent over. His hand touched her neck, trailing at her back, and Kimmy felt his hand unzip her dress. She was like a statue, just waiting for Cain's move. She felt his hands on the straps of her dress, pulling it and letting it fall on her waist.
"I thought I would have a massage?" Kimmy mumbled with a pout.
"It's your fault I had a hard-on like this. I won't be able to massage you in this condition," Cain mumbled with a cheeky smile while he removed Kimmy's bra and tossed it to a corner of the room.
