pounding on her head
the water flowing over her body
warm … scarlet red…
dye … dye .. she said
aromatic aromas
steaming round her
soothing balms
she rubbed into her breast…
down over her belly
finding her cunt…
she whispered…
more more
oil…
sensual aromatic
more rubbing
tingling…
her passions rising
burning within
scorching liquid heat
biting her shoulders…
she moved two & frow
in rhythmic trance…
dancing in & out of the water
lost in the moment…
arrived…
she was wet…
revived
& alive…
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