The iron moves down, the inexorable slide, swallowing the folds...

The false folds of a shirt... a real shirt!

The hand draws the body with an even caress, slowing down at the curves...

The steam follows, small white cloud, flattening the shapes... no shapes!

Her muscles relax, allowing the skin to awaken under his desirous hand.

She slides and slides again, eradicating lines.

He spies patiently on her tiniest shudders...

The hot metal triumphantly navigates between each buttons...

He feels her change under his magician's fingers velvet, or is it satin?

She replaces the iron, steaming tip pointing upwards...

She's so hot suddenly...

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