"(...) His hands slide on my breasts, and I take a deep breath as his fingers surround and begin to massage them delicately but firmly. I arch the body instinctively, pressing the breasts in his hands. Horny to know that it's my body that makes him feel that way. "
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luis-fe-45186 The ephemeral dazzled flies towards you, candle, Crackles, flames and says: Let us bless this torch! The panting lover leaning over his beauty Looks like a dying man caressing his tomb. Hymn to beauty (Charles Baudelaire)