Barefoot as she'd left her sandals on the beach. Her tight sundress barely concealed the sight of her *******, her smooth flat stomach, and tight ***. As her skin glowed under the moonlight, She looked so alive, so ****, and so ready. Her short hair danced in the wind. Her dress shimmered in the breeze as if it was silk dancing in the sky. He moved down her body, with my eyes, like the hands of a skilled masseuse touching every inch of her existence. His gaze wrapped around her like a belt, holding his attention.
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