AHH, so light so crisp so refreshing
The tongue strokes the peach
She throws her head back and gasps
At the light touch of the tongue
It is still dark outside
She cannot see anything
She only senses the light touch of the tongue
The heavenly fruit glistens
Her legs jerk
She spasms
Lifts up the covers
And expecting to see her faithful lover---
She screams-
The light touch of the tongue was not her lover's
But for the sake of the obscenity police, I decline to divulge the owner of the tongue.
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