blushed cheeks

I turned to look while she poured her drink. Sky wore a deep blue dress of silk that rode her lean body in smooth waves before it crashed short on her pale thighs. As lovely as she had seemed by the firelight, Sky looked twice as fantastic. Her bottom turned a loud curve beneath the smooth silk, jutting and firm. She grinned as she came back with her drink, her heavy tits jiggling with each step. Golden blonde hair cascaded in soft curls past her blushed cheeks, to drift carelessly over her slight azure shoulders.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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