[ but not forever. the return of those unruly blonde locks—Sprezzatura sinks her fingers into them, wriggles a little until her dress falls off her hips.
she can feel the warm tip of his cock now brushing between her thighs and tickling in the soft curls there. suddenly her chest is tight with eagerness. ]
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she can feel the warm tip of his cock now brushing between her thighs and tickling in the soft curls there. suddenly her chest is tight with eagerness. ]
Hello, Herlock.