Her hands are soft and slippery with soap as they
glide across my back
. I keep my mouth
shut. Don't think I could worship a god like that
. . ”
“Good,” I said, feeling suddenly so sleepy
Her hands are soft and slippery with soap as they
glide across my back
. I keep my mouth
shut. Don't think I could worship a god like that
. . ”
“Good,” I said, feeling suddenly so sleepy
Her hands are soft and slippery with soap as they
glide across my back
. I keep my mouth
shut. Don't think I could worship a god like that
. . ”
“Good,” I said, feeling suddenly so sleepy
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