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Rated: PG 13

Slowly, he woke to the sweet sensations of gentle touches. Lying still as the last vestiges of sleep seeped from his mind, he savored the sharp ripples of pleasure as delicate hands caressed his body.

Leisurely, she coaxed him to intense awareness. Inquiring hands stroking, gentle moist lips tasting, questing tongue teasing with growing intensity until every nerve had a life of itís own. A nip, a groan, her tongue swirling, tasting, savoring the juices of his eminent desire. She covered him, joining them body and soul.  An ancient rhythm, abandoned, free, riding her stallion to a frenzied of completion.

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