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her hair splayed down her back like pieces of the night stitched together and threaded delicately in to her scalp. it appeared to be as soft as a goose's feather and he just wanted to run his fingers through her glorious locks. the contrast was bright and worth a second look ...and a third and a fourth and a fifth and a...
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
dark hair
her hair splayed down her back like pieces of the night stitched together and threaded delicately in to her scalp. it appeared to be as soft as a goose's feather and he just wanted to run his fingers through her glorious locks. the contrast was bright and worth a second look ...and a third and a fourth and a fifth and a...
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
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