The smell of old books and tulips always reminds me of sweet vanilla. Roadtrips and candies are always a thing when she wanted the wind to caress her pale skin.
I sat on the sand, and her enjoying the sweet kisses of the waves between her toes and ankles. Dancing with the wind and a pretty smile that I always wanted to see when we fuck.
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"Fuck me up, right here, right now," she said as the sun sets by the end of the sea. "While the scene is wonderful as I am," she continued. I complied.
