She was an Indian beauty with dark hair, a mystery, a body to adorn a temple. Her touch lights desire in me to solo performance. Allow her to lead you on an intimate journey, letting every movement speak of something between them both of the sort whispered in hushed tones briefly, but only in passing.
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