Angie shifted again to lay across the sofa. Steven looked up from the novel and watched as she lifted her knees. While her right hand held his manuscript a few inches from her face, her left began to tug at her white cotton nightgown until it slipped over her knees and down her thighs. He watched raptly as the soft pink of her pussy peeked into view between her lean legs. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as she tousled her light brown muff.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov