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Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink. Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.