"My fingers hurt and she didn't care. Her lips were bright red, wet. The parted slowly and her tongue flicked out over her teeth inviting me to come closer. Her mouth was a hungry thing demanding to be tasted. The warmth that seemd to come from the flames was a radiation that flowed from the sleek length of her legs and nestled in the hollow of her stomach a moment before rising over the convex beauty of her breast. She held her arms out invitingly and took me in them."
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