Biography:Her hair hung over her eyes like a silk curtain, the soft strands cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of ebony.
His skin was dark, as dark as the night sky. An occasional star would twinkle in his dark pupils. His lips were full, just a shade lighter than his skin.
You see the light of the candles flicker in my eyes as I move my head and hair with my natural grace.
The fantasy is black, a lace bra and panties, her long, silky hair flowing over the perfect curves of her body, a pleasing visual. The kept secret is a wish to feel her body again, her soft skin, her smell, her everything.
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