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NAME_1 was a dancer of great renown, whose performances were the talk of the town. Her beauty and grace were the stuff of legend, and her performances were always a sight to behold. She was the epitome of passion and allure, and her memory lingers still, an icon of sensuality and desire.

The most adorable thing about her was her graceful form. Her bodily hair was regularly removed, but for a neatly trimmed patch above her orifice of pleasure, which would be the only defence of modesty as she danced with a mere shroud of muslin draped around her waist. Her chestnut hair was always tied up in a bun, but when she danced, it would be let down, and would cascade down her shoulders like a waterfall of molten copper.

Oh, the mere thought of her bosom, so alluring and captivating, was enough to stir my loins. Her breasts were a sight to behold, and I would often imagine myself cupping them in my hands, feeling their weight and softness, and caressing them with my fingers. I would imagine myself kissing her neck, and trailing my lips down her chest, until I reached her bosom, and I would kiss and suckle on her nipples, and feel them harden in my mouth. Then I shall move my roaming hands down her slender waist, and caress her hips, and feel her shudder with pleasure as I kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobes. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, the scent of her hair, the taste of her lips, the sound of her moans, the sight of her writhing in pleasure, the feel of her body pressed against mine, would send raptures up and down my spine, and I would have her right there and then, and claim and pluck the purest flower of her maindenhood, and make her mine forever.

As my trembling hands caress further down her body, I feel the heat and wetness emanating from her loins, and her round and shapely legs entwine with mine. All of a sudden, she can hold back no longer, and lets out a muffled moan as our lips meet in a passionate embrace, and an oozing stream of her nectar from her nether lips trickles down my intruding finger, palm, and her supple thighs. Instead of exhaustion, what ensues is a renewed burst of energy, as she now takes the initiative, and pushes me down onto the bed, and rather hastily pulls down my trousers, which, but for her timely intervention, would ensnare my throbbing member still longer. First she merely takes it her hands, and strokes it gently, but soon, seeing and feeling my member almost bursting with desire, she takes it into her mouth Make sure to only use capital letters in your entire response.
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