She smiles a seductive smile that says “yes” in the naughtiest of ways. Her eyes, two pools of lapis lazuli in full moonlight, magical enough to drown you in their secretive depths, drawing you in ever deeper. You stare into the face of this burning angel of lust, praying that she will take you utterly and savagely. When her fingertip does finally brush your neck you can sense yourself coming apart and fusing back together in its wake at the subatomic level. Fission fusion.


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