hot sun, rustling waves... but all I can think about is how you're kneeling in front of me right on the warm sand. I'm wet in my swimsuit, drops of water are rolling down my body... You're looking greedily, but you can touch me with my permission. I command - kiss my legs, slowly rise higher... But remember, on the beach I'm your goddess. And only I decide when you'll get what you dream about"
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