I Welcome her fragrance inside my bowels . . .

Her crimped hair tickles my face like tiny million fairies being born and dead in the roughness of my bones . . .

I leane close to the surface of her skin

My breath against her ear

My cock against her sacral curve and legs around her thighs exalting the lust lying beneath . . .

Her Hands reach the back of my neck

Her bosom opens a little wider

I see the roundness of Her protruding nipples colliding against her satin dress . . .

Like a chameleon, the color of her lips unites the color of my Blood.

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