She's lying there.

Motionless.

Anticipating.

Ripe for plucking.

My eyes widen.

Is she too young?

She's ready!

Tiny hairs on her skin.

Slow down.

Slowly.

Savor this moment.

My eyes engulf her.

Soft flesh.

Touched by none.

Saliva flows.

I smile greedily.

Wickedly.

Smell her innocence.

Sweetness.

I feel her softness.

My tongue touches skin.

Loving nibbles.

Her juices flow.

Mine also.

Our fluids mingle.

Succulent.

My love.

My first peach of the season.

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