#51762 - This coincidental alignment of our bodies resulted in my right hand naturally lying right in front of her exposed, perfectly shaven, and seemingly pristine bits, which made it sheer impossible for me not to run my hand past her thigh and whisper: can I touch? Even after my experience with Eve, I was still very much under the impression that prostitution was purely a business of lust, and that any form of affection wasn’t appreciated. She didn’t necessarily invite me in, but she did smile at me, and everything about that smile said: please, if it’s going to be anyone, let it be you. It was as if she realized something, or had a great idea, or figured out the solution to a problem that had taunted her for ages.
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