Ah, summer, the smell of everything burning. The streets burning the meat on the barbeque burning, and my own exposed skin. My exposed skin against yours, sweaty palms. Sweaty palms against my back, between my legs. My legs wrapped around you as my salty skin greets your mouth. Your mouth and mine, together and wanting, and your mouth and mine both
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