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That little tug was all the encouragement Wilke needed, and a few seconds later he'd kicked both his jeans and boxers clear of his legs. They hit the floor with a thud. His mouth, meanwhile had reclaimed the tip of her breast as he unbuttoned her jeans, fingertips brushing her lower belly just below her navel. Lips and tongue worked against the stiffening bud, teasing it to higher peak.