[Vasquez lets out a low, heated chuckle into the kiss, loosening the already-loose tie (he'd liked having it, but had kept taking it off to show off his neck), letting it drop behind him as he works to get his trousers undone. What's more important, though, is her dress.]
Where is the zipper? Show me, tell me.
[He needs to start peeling her out of this as soon as he can, or he might start to rip fabric and women never tend to deal well with this.]
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Where is the zipper? Show me, tell me.
[He needs to start peeling her out of this as soon as he can, or he might start to rip fabric and women never tend to deal well with this.]