Night.
Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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After their brief kiss, one that left Lydia panting and Theodore wanting more he let her waist go and took a step back, anticipating her next move.
Lydia held her husband's gaze as she raised her arms to her head, she slowly gathered her black locks in a bun, securing the errant strands behind her ears. Her neck became visible. Slender and beautiful, her pulse rhythmic.
As her dress was a robe and already untied she merely held the edge by the shoulders and shrugged it off, it pooled around her feet revealing her whole figure, ample in the right places, slender yet somehow curvy, Theodore hungered to worship her marvellous body.
His groin twitched, wailing to be freed.
She was breathless when she whispered. "Undress, My lord husband"
He opened his arms. "Help me, Gooseberry"
She smirked "No, I wish to watch you do it slowly"
