[Quite a beautiful sight, he thinks. One that he will make room in his ever-shifting memory, data always coming in and being thrown out, to keep as a permanent fixture.
His look lingers accordingly, but then he angles his head back down to kiss her chest.]
I did not think so.
[And lower again, finally catching her nipple in the "o" of his mouth in a kiss.]
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His look lingers accordingly, but then he angles his head back down to kiss her chest.]
I did not think so.
[And lower again, finally catching her nipple in the "o" of his mouth in a kiss.]