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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| 3661 | 2021-05-12 23:12:58 | 154.81 | 98% |
| 2734 | 2020-11-12 19:35:47 | 170.52 | 99% |