Hazel Green

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r’ pretty loud round here so I kinda heard what you’ve been doing to— to all of the letters I send. Believe me, I completely understand. I’d do the same thi

here. I was. And I’m pretty sure if you heard what I heard, you’d do the same. Ok

d isn’t aware of the existence of us, of home, the tale of the three cities of the north, the entire Ninth Continent as a whole, all

give this storytelling gig a try. Definitely won’t be some Shakespeare quali

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ever to get dressed as gracefully as she possibly could. Her blonde hair with carefully arranged shades of black to it, was still ruffled. Probably scattered from the previous night’s sleep, that is, if she even b

ver really exposed that truth. After combing her hair and admiring herself in the mirror for what was definitely a couple minutes but seemed like etern

his left. Taking note of his every feature, from his slick dark hair to his veiny hands, whatever the duvet allowed her to

said, suffocating

sional morning breath fiesta, and yawned into the open space beside him. Carefully lifting his eyelids and exposing a

hout a fuss this time, and I think that went pretty well", she s

, and I'm so pr…", in the middle of caressing her thighs, he felt the floral patterns on her undies and for a while, de

to his ear, her tender li

ct was now looking at her face to

e, slowly began to trace the details of her body with his hands. His finger nails gradually began to do the work of marking out every single territory it

pants and up her back, her quiet moans audibly becoming louder with every additional touch. Finally, she stopped his hands at the back of her head, looking at him with her undaunted but submissi

Tracing every inch of her lips, he gently made it down her jaw, then off her neck and took a slight pause at the latch between her breasts. Using his hand, he gently rubbed under the bottom of her brazier, cautiously nipping away at her boobs but at the same time, not really touchin

oment, he found one. He gently picked out her index and middle finger, and slipped them under her underwear, and she succumbed with a sharp but eerily quiet groan. Now the look

pressed against his hands and in effect, against the right hand of his lover, sinking her middle and index finger deep into her. She closed her eyes then let out an audibly louder groan, then a terrific sigh almost

his hands out, and gradually made his way to her lips, the on