Traveling Solder

Traveling Solder

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Romance
"I'll do it" she smiled looking down over the edge. "No you wont" I shook my head in disbelief as I peered over as well down into the darkness of the lake. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it, as the moon gleamed on top of the surface. I was pulled out of my daze by her cloths pelting me in the face, my eyes fixed in her in her bra and panties as she wound back before jumping off, no fear. She plummeted down, hair flowing above her as she broke the smooth liquid. There was no sign of her, then she emerged at the surface, drawling in a breath and giving me a smirk before patting the water beside her "come on in the waters fine."
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