She stands there, alone. Unaware that he is watching Waiting... Her hair as wild and curly as a ransacked haystack, her skin a sensuous golden caramel, Her smile big enough to blow you away, her tongue, lips, neck, breasts....
She spots him. AnĀ awkward moment lingers in the air... She blushes and tosses her hair. She smiles a seductive smile, and then starts to pout, Teasing, almost daring him to react,
He rises. Excited he finds his feet and begins to head towards her Focusing on the natural rouge of her lips, her contrasting green eyes, He grabs hold of her by the neck,
Pulls her close...
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