#6284 - I then work up to your left calf, washing, caressing and massaging, our breath slow, sensual breaths, each one intoxicated by the smells of the rose petals and the fragrant smell of the oil in the water. I gently kneel beside your body, your hands close grip the head board and an unseen smile plays across my lips.
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