RJ Brudenell (azoth) wrote,
RJ Brudenell
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She Was Blonde

Her tongue was smashing against mine. My hands were on her ass; kneading the flesh. The cold was ripping at us. She stopped and asked: what was that?! I poked my tongue out, exposing the piercing. She laughed and we carried on.

Her taxi arrived.
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