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Her lips were made for kissing, perfectly manicured for his mouth. Better… she kissed like a virgin. His virgin. Charley swayed into him, melting like sugar in the rain.
— Jan 04, 2013 02:33PM
So now her lips are manicured. How do we explain that?
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Jan 04, 2013 02:43PM
And not just manicured, but manicured specifically for him - and that ... just ... gah.
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I'm thinking a cheese grater to remove excess skin? Lol I just don't even know.. o.o
This author is a wee bit OTT with the descriptions. Here's another:The heat of her vivacious figure flowed freely through him, heating his blood to a boil.
And then he died, because boiling blood is hazardous to one's health.
Tracey wrote: "And then he died, because boiling blood is hazardous to one's health."I call
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Hannah wrote: "Tracey wrote: "And then he died, because boiling blood is hazardous to one's health."I call
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on this comment!
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No lie. The boss is down in the lobby with a sales rep and I'm having a hard time not busting out laughing. How the heck am I going to explain this?
Lift your heart-shaped face up piteously, and brush back the unruly curls that have escaped from your braid, and you won't have to say a thing. *runsaway*
