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She had never known before why her body dipped and rose like it did. Her curves had frustrated her until he traced them with his lips. She had wished to be flat, more manageable until his hands cupped her. She had wished to be ashamed until he would not let her hide one part of herself from him, his fingertips alone made her blush. She thought it was shame at first.
But he taught her that she was her body. She rose and fell like her curves, strong at times, soft and yielding at others. He held her to him.
Poppy, very nice, thank you.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Thank you Paul!
Wonderful, Poppy, simply dreamy. Thanks.
Very splendid, Poppy. Like the pink undies a lot.
*sigh*
This is beautiful Poppy – you should be an "image encourager!" Thanks KayLynn
Thank you very much – I am glad you like the pictures, doesn't the lady of the pink knickers have a pretty bottom?