crumpled by the stick

“Give me back my panties,” she said. They laid crumpled by the stick. I handed them to her. Delphi stroked her wet cunt gently with the colored cotton wad, cleaning away the dampness that had left her thighs and lips glistening. She tossed the damp pants into my lap.

David Cain, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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