whatta rainy day. wow.
messy copper hair, and lilac mascara running down all over the rosy cheeks... making dangerous curves, one of them going down towards the neck.
"thank lord...", she whispered...
"thx really..." t-shirt was dry like a desert.
this was not a propriate time for a dessert.
not yet. she was wet, but that was to be kept, as a well-hidden secret.
it was lunch time for breaking ice...
breaking ice of his whiskey
in her teeth or under her butt;
which ever way kept better the secret."
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