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He swaggers in, muscles finely honed strutting his feathers, daring her to look at his blazing eyes, his bursting loins almost on fire with lust and desire...
Demurely she sits, content in her power a quick look, rakish and appraising idly wondering if he's the best bargain in the busy market for her maidenhead...
Raking his eyes over her pert breasts almost maddened by her musky odour her lithe body flaunting it's hidden depths she looks the perfect acquisition to his name...
Both caught up in their unholy ritual igniting a frenzy with each glance and touch waiting for the pact to be sealed they play out their mating game.
~Bittersweet~
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