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THE FIRST TIME Oak Spirit
I want to know you.
I want to touch you. I want to love you. A silent room bathed in moonlight... Bare feet move toward the bed... Lips touching... Tongues tasting on soft, anxious breath... Soft skin meeting softness. The Goddess smiles. WARNING!!
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