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By deevaa Date: 2001 Oct 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.27.00.01.27157]] |
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He woke her by slowly sliding her tiny pale fingers into his mouth. One by one. Wrapping them with a swirl of his tongue, before topping the soft pad at each tip with gentle, playful bite. She languished in the moment and murmured sleepily "oh, that's nice", it was a perfect moment, in an imperfect day. |