His eyes intent on her curved back— and breasts. Like two lions; one with glossy eyes, the other drawing with seductions ageless. The breeze on a tormented river.
His eyes intent on her curved back— and breasts. Like two lions; one with glossy eyes, the other drawing with seductions ageless. The breeze on a tormented river.
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