Judette.
He pieces her together in his mind’s eye, can almost hear her beautiful voice in his ears.
His fingers trace along the smooth curve of her bell, and he dances them along to caress her two joints, upper and lower. Looking closely, he can see his reflection in her fine pieces of silver, and almost loses himself in them, staring. She waits
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