I touched it and its water ran deper than anything I'd ever seen she was in live motion a sight to be seen a real women holding 22 with the smarts like she was 27 I felt like I was in heaven. On cloud nine well no... cloud eleven. My pelvis tightens as sweat drips and emotions tips and run over spilling everywhere. Her hair a glare as it stood radiant to where my eyes grasped it. Drastic and painted with colors this ebony art was none other than something epic, something sacred, something felt with only the softest of hands but my on a social stand because I could not say a word. This ebony art was accomplished with not a word just the touch of our hands. The first meeting the introduction... I wonder if we'll end up making plans?
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