#386899 - You’re hugging the chairback; the long, elegant curves of the ribs of the chair presenting you a familiar form to hold. As my fingers graze your face, you react as if you’ve been starved- forgetting my instruction to you- your intent isn’t clear other than to feel the warmth of my hand again, on your cheek; your face; my fingers: in your mouth.
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