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April 22, 2008 at 4:48 pm (Rough Writer) ()

I stand behind her, gazing upon the silken locks of her hair. My starving hands reach for her dark mane, and as I pull taut gently she looks up at me. Our eyes engage briefly. I yank her mercilessly into my lap, where her round buttocks wait for my hand.

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