Molinka showers with the door wide open, her wet silhouette a curved temptation. Long hair weeping across broad shoulders. She turns, lathering, lifting arms exposing pert breasts, ripe. Slow circles, her hand massages the wet darkness between her thighs. One slender leg lifts, a foot braces on the tub wall, open, inviting.
Dizzy I admire and ache, but I…
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