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He swung her up on top of him and lay almost parallel to the starscape above them, while she held herself perpendicular, eyes closed and mouth half-open, feeling the tensions gathering between her legs. He pulled her down to him and ran his hand up the back of her thigh. The smooth skin he found there crackled his lust like lightning. He nuzzled her, bit and nipped the soft mere of her neck as she flowed like a molten metal on top of him, hot and unceasing. She ripped her dress up over her head, exposing her bare breasts to the sky. The sight of her naked shoulders, cream against ebony glitter, made him dizzy. Her nipples were large and pink and her waist was small and tight, her navel like punctuation for the exclamatory sentence of her nakedness. The thin cloth triangle between her legs was a bright red that set off the pink flush that began in her cheeks and ended somewhere below her eager tits.



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