He ran his tongue slowly across her stomach, caressing her as beads of sweat pooled on her soft pale skin. He breathed deep, her perfume filling his senses and his heart racing.
“I’ve wanted this for so long” he said tasting her on his lips, “I knew we were meant to be.”
Running his coarse hands the length of her outstretched body he pulled himself on top of her.
“I love the taste of your sweat” he whispered in her ear.
“God, what was I thinking” he said licking his lips and laughing “let’s start again. Dead flesh can’t sweat”
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