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Evening out. Her face is still red, a little sweat at the nape of her neck. An unexpected detour before the restaurant. Her lips are wet. She holds her tight leather purse just above her knees. She blushes. I hold the chair. She seats herself with a suggestive grace.
····skirt—her knees tight to keep my come
Redbud | December 12 2016