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Celine

The heady berry of grapes touches your cheek.
A few agonizing seconds
and our parted lips meet in a deep kiss.

I squeeze the berry with my fingertips.
You bite it
and the sweet grape juice drips down your face.
Your strong hand slides into my pantiesand your fingers press against my wet, swollen lips.
So juicy and hot.

You lick the cold grape juice from your lips.
My hot lips wrap around your fingers. Like this.
And my nectar drips down your hand.

The fragrance of musk
and the luscious sweetness of grapes
that drives both of us crazy.