Craft

“It fits perfectly, I can’t believe you made it with your own hands.  Now it’s my turn to give you something”. Turning around, she started to slowly remove the  delicate leather dress in a provocative choreography.  My arms reached her waist from behind while she was loosening her hair and my lips kissed the back of her neck, enjoying the sweat drops just as they emerged from her pores. Now that she was perfectly moist, I held her tighter  while my hand slipped under the bed to get  my tools. Harvesting a perfect skin is a matter of timing and precision.

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