I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, how you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, and parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, and reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
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658 | 2024-01-04 20:37:57 | 104.10 | 97.8% |
308 | 2022-03-30 08:35:13 | 75.73 | 95% |