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Sylva descended the stair case, looking more beautiful than ever. The dress left her shoulders bare, perfectly framing her breasts. The dress pulled tight around her waist, advertising her hips, which carried the long dress. Suddenly, she tripped on the bottom of her skirt, falling forward. Fletcher jumped forward to catch her, his hand wrapping around her hips. He suddenly was very thankful they were alone, moving his hand up to her waist and pulling her to look at him. Sylva looked at him uncertainly, but it was clear how bad they both wanted it. Sensing her uncertainty, fletcher pulled her closer, kissing her. He the moved his hand down once again to just below her hips, this time spreading his hand around and squeezing. Within seconds Sylva had given in and was kissing with as much passion as him. She turned sideways and began to walk upstairs, moving slowly to not pull away from the kiss. At the top of the stairs, she pulled him into her bedroom. She pulled off the dress, fletcher now sensing her intent, and he pulled of his clothes too. She rolled onto the bed, but fletcher stopped to admire her body, seeing the curves he had never seen with her clothes on. Then he followed, lowering himself on top of her and pushing his penis into her vagina. Then she began kissing again, this time allowing their tongues to touch one another. Fletcher felt a rush of liquid and knew it wasn't his, so he pushed even harder, not wanting to leave her waiting. Finally he felt a great sense of pleasure, and stopped pushing. They lay there for awhile, the got up to put their clothes on.