supple liquidity

Brian had sat on the bed, just this way, when Steph suddenly turned around, looking magnificent, casual in her intimacy, seductive in her smile and she lifted the shirt over her head. She had shaken her long yellow mane of hair free, and moving provocatively forward, she reached up to pull the streaming locks into a sultry pose. Her breasts, full and creamy white, jostled with a supple liquidity and Brian remembered the shudder of excitement that gripped him as her big dark nipples began to tighten. Stephanie laughed and jiggled her breasts with both hands, pushing the stiff nubs toward him. “Bang, bang,” she had said, squeezing each soft tit in turn.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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