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Layer by layer, a support system, and safety coverage, much like an encouraging armour. I piled them on, layer by layer. Coloured cream, every inch, every corner, explored by the wisp of a soft brush, caressing and comforting. Stroke by stroke, black ink on tapered brushes, forms a full pair, and prominent curls that softly flutters. Such lovely coyness. Stroke by stroke, a staining motion, softly presses, while trailing a curved path with eyes lowered. **Truly, the cheapest thrill a woman has.** Hands running through, pulling yet gentle, of soft brown curls. A spritz from a glass vial, neck daintily stretched, eyes contently shut. The light fragrance flirts in the air, a flowery scent, musky and sweet. An over-sized pullover, cotton hides luscious curves, drawing eyes to every inch of skin exposed. A shiver contained, from the ruffling of the material, and intense flames behind watching eyes. A deep intake of air, eyes meeting through the mirror. As though gears clicked into place, an indulgent smile displays. "Come here," he said.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Mon A(r)mour.
Layer by layer, a support system, and safety coverage, much like an encouraging armour. I piled them on, layer by layer. Coloured cream, every inch, every corner, explored by the wisp of a soft brush, caressing and comforting. Stroke by stroke, black ink on tapered brushes, forms a full pair, and prominent curls that softly flutters. Such lovely coyness. Stroke by stroke, a staining motion, softly presses, while trailing a curved path with eyes lowered. **Truly, the cheapest thrill a woman has.** Hands running through, pulling yet gentle, of soft brown curls. A spritz from a glass vial, neck daintily stretched, eyes contently shut. The light fragrance flirts in the air, a flowery scent, musky and sweet. An over-sized pullover, cotton hides luscious curves, drawing eyes to every inch of skin exposed. A shiver contained, from the ruffling of the material, and intense flames behind watching eyes. A deep intake of air, eyes meeting through the mirror. As though gears clicked into place, an indulgent smile displays. "Come here," he said.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
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