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Rated R
Arching into sunlight, riding her golden mount. White thighs spread wide over his hips, a weave of black hairs, a tangle of auburn, meshing together where they join. He pushes up into liquid heat.
Cat-like, Kathryn slides her way back into his heart. He glides his way back into her body.
They move together, slowly building towards the inevitable. Dark hands on white breasts. Curve of mouth against a dusky nipple. Wiry hair rasps tender thighs. Russet hair tumbles over her skin as she howls her climax. The spill of seed, a rush of words.
Every shore leave the same.
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