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Where do you start? In the hollow of a shoulder blade? Or the nape of the neck where fine hairs trace a pattern? His tongue licking, tasting the salt of her skin, delicate and light so it tickles and she squirms.                         He cups her to him, nestles her between his thighs, whispers secrets from his mother tongue. And …

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