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it feels like this elegiac drift is less of an announcement of her beauty and presence, and more of an uncertain query as to whether she actually exists

wolfed up by the scabrous dark that presses so very ravenously up against her bluish ankles

Fleetingly cajoles the two fingertips with lubricious delight before the tongue and the lips, her whole mouth, departs from the hand completely

She presses down firmly, trying to stifle this engrossing bout of cadent gagging

he told them all about it in the exact same way with the exact same degree of umbrage each time