Obviously all female, she smiled to herself. She’d get his eyes to look at her body.

Do you like me? I mean the way I look. The way I’m built. Do you like girls with breasts like mine. Big ones, I mean.

He reached out and ran one finger down her graceful neck, onto her collarbone, along the V-neck of her white blouse, into the cleavage that loomed like a valley of pleasure finding its peak in electric flesh.

You are really put together, baby. Greatest pair I ever saw.

This piece inspired by Bart Michaels and Eileen Regan

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memory documentation and manipulation
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