How she sounds as she walks past me in the street, thighs rubbing together.
How her hair smells when she stops at the corner for the traffic and I stand behind her.
How her bottom feels when, she having unlocked her front door, I come suddenly up from behind and shove her inside.
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De gustibus non est disputandum.
There's no accounting for taste.
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