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Virgin Summer Night
Nothing assaults the senses like the chill air of a summer's evening,
Forearm follicles as erect as a pubescent boy's expectation of his young penis
Or nipples hardening through your silken blouse.
The smell of summer love when two bodies collide in passion
It has the warmth of the day yet exacerbated and put to fire by your sensual touch,
Sweat from our movements and desire...
Saturday 2nd July 2022 11:49 am
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