Smoke Rings
She always smoked afterwards
arching her fine cat-like body
while gently squeezing the softening
member with her free hand. Smoke
curling in perfect ringlets. Volcanic
her O-shaped lips still tingling from
the taste of love. It was always like that;
him gently snoring satisfaction; her silently
blowing bands of hazy smoke rings
over their cooling bed of love.
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