Addicted to Love

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He found her body was a wonderful succession of details. He liked staring at her thighs as she was kneeling down because they shimmered in the soft light. And he quite liked that her clean feet were sometimes dirty. He secretly loved looking at her breasts while she was doing something. He loved looking at her breasts in general, but it was the little details that drove him crazy.

Like the half moon drawn on the side of her breast when she was wearing a tank top. The way she tightened her ass before putting her panties in place. He liked her lips because they were graceful; hard and soft all at once. Sometimes he found himself lost in the back of her neck, especially when her hair was tied up. He also liked each and every soft mark left on her skin. The red outline left from her bra, for instance. Her tan in summer. And he loved to see that little bit of hair over the top of her panties. He also liked seeing her laying down and staring at her breath. And those two islands showing up from her underwear.

He was hypnotized when she took her shirt off

And her breasts shook like a creme caramel in an earthquake.

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