It was like melted butterscotch, dribbled slowly over delectably soft soft-serve.
No.
The finest merlot, aged to red perfection and poured gently over a river of molten dark chocolate.
No, that wasn’t it either.
It was a whisper of silk brushed
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(velvety caress and butterscotch and RON CARVER!)
whoa. I think I need an icey beverage.
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Very nicely done. :D
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thanks!
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Thanks
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