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In the long hours of the hot sun, the beach tent gave little shelter. She watched each bead of descending sweat from his brow to his waistband where it pooled in his rippled abs. His tossed chestnut hair topped a lithe, long frame of glistening, tempting, well-defined muscle and sinew.
The heat beckoned his aftershave to mingle with the salty-coastal air and embrace her. Assailing her resistance, the strong masculine aroma left her weak with desire and hungry to surrender.
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| A Day at the Beach |
In the long hours of the hot sun, the beach tent gave little shelter. She watched each bead of descending sweat from his brow to his waistband where it pooled in his rippled abs. His tossed chestnut hair topped a lithe, long frame of glistening, tempting, well-defined muscle and sinew.
The heat beckoned his aftershave to mingle with the salty-coastal air and embrace her. Assailing her resistance, the strong masculine aroma left her weak with desire and hungry to surrender.
She lowered herself on his growing lap. Her seduction
complete, he rose, and she drown in those steely-lavender eyes for his kiss.
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