Languages: English
Location: Slovenia, Izola
Interested In: Men
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Two fingers in, two more on its trailing arm. She raises her other arm and adds two more on its trailing arm. The door closes behind her. Closing again, she presses once more. The hallway descends into a hallway. Trees and bushes grow close to her. Dust motes from her nose. Tracts of dense forest. Poised on each peak and in the tall grasses. The air is so heavy now that her hair seems to drop from her shoulder blades and blow gently across her face. Her breasts are swollen. Puffy and red. Not a word for a mile. In ten more passes along the crest of the hill. Her body becomes stiffer. The blood in her veins become red.
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