intimations of beauty

Holding the thin strips of crimped elastic at the right and left of the panties, Brian considered the triangular aft, still almost curved by the bottom they once held. He could still see the picture, as Stephanie leaned over to touch up her mascara, the pale green shirt drifting up as she bent closer. Brian had paused, mesmerized in the hug of soft pink over the round globes of her behind, delighting in the way the fabric clung to the deep valley between each cheek, the intimations of beauty as the cloth disappeared between her thighs.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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