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- Posted: Fri, 15 Feb 2013 02:35:15 +0000
She was in the hands of a man who know what to do with them. The thought tickled her, making her full lips twitch into a lop-sided grin. A forked tongue snaked out to taste the air, before slithering back into her mouth. It was clear where her line of thinking was taking her.
"In your hands? It has been awhile since I've been handled by capable hands. This is reassuring."
She nodded, twirling her pure white hair around her fingers, pulled over one bare shoulder. She was in tune with her surroundings, the temperature making minimal impact on her with regard to what she would wear. She liked to stick to what was most comfortable, that being a pair of shells that covered her breasts, and womanhood, a string of pearls holding her bottom most shell in place by looping over her hips, and down the back of her full bottom.
She was, and would always be a curvy woman, hour glass shaped. She leaned to one side, a hand resting on her hip.
"Yessss. I hunger." she said softly, with amusement.
He could make of that whatever he wished.