the muse has taken her for a swing
lying on a bed, sweater clung to her breasts
as panties lie low around the curve of her
hips, hiding, tantilizing temptations
of waters in her mouth, and so many other ways to slide deep, with mouths on each others, and hands tingling. trembling. warm, and hard, strong with the delicate touch of such a bittersweet taste....
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