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"...M...Mr. Gavin..." He tsked softly and brushed her ear with his smoldering breath as if ready to scold her, but he just chuckled and pressed Vera's back to his chest, resting his chin on her shoulder and his lips precariously near the side of her face.
"Kristoph, dear." One of his hands moved from Vera's hip to travel along her leg, stroking along the stockings she wore and preparing to slide under her little skirt while the other hand moved toward the waistband of Kristoph's pants. He was just about to undo them while moving a hand up to precariously brush the end of her stocking when the door was knocked on. "Scheiße..." Kristoph gave Vera a slightly rough shove off to the other end of the couch before calling for Drew to come in.