Orchestral Foreplay (written by Tash)

Fearless, She lies there aching. The warm breath fills her ears and travels Down her neck like the inside of a flute. She gasps, As the scent plays her body like a grand piano. The rough touch, Like fingers on a saxophone Makes her drown like a clarinet’s mouth piece. She becomes a symphony.

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