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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| 249 | 2019-11-28 01:05:55 | 89.05 | 97% |
| 61 | 2018-07-13 06:55:30 | 90.02 | 98% |