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. Her eyes smile back at his furtive glances as she swishes sideways and flings wet ebony hair over her left shoulder, revealing a lovely neck and nape. With a towel, she caresses her tresses, turns her head, twists the carefree sliver of hair. Hurriedly, wrung water meanders down, down her back. .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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