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As Miss Dentatis descended the stairway, she looked over the huge dark handsome man standing casually in the hall. He stared up at her, unashamedly appriasing her, his eyes raking over her slender body. She looked down, and after reaching the final stair, held out her hand. He took it in his own, huge, rough, sinewy palm and brushed his lips against the skin of her hand. As she looked at his tousled hair she notcied bits of white paint. Why, he ways a common tradesman. How coarse, and yet how exciting. Vagina felt her cheeks go crimson. She whipped back her hand, recoiling as if bitten my a serpent. Startled by her feelings of unbridled lust for this painter. |
