Your sex bold and red like your garters, pulsing with arousal and hunger. Anxious fingers parting the folds, juicy and wet from their prying.
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My view magnificent whence I lay, staring up at your luscious thighs. Eyes drawn to where the cappuccino-hued curves meet at their heavenly nexus.
You lower yourself languidly, my tongue flashes as my wine-stained lips meet your lust-painted lips, and they part in anticipation, ready.
