returning deliciously

The nearly transparent cloth holding her heavy breast, pressing her nipples flatly with only partial success. The weight of her boobs stretching the spandex slightly, a dynamic perfect circle of darkness changed diameter and extension in involuntary moments, lifting, drooping in degrees of emotion and ambient air temperatures. No, they just do that, offer themselves for inspection, for attraction, for balance, turning and returning deliciously.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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