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Anabell sat
in a big wooden tub that was filled with pressed red grapes.
Weak autumn light glimmered through the windows. It was a
little wine-press house far away from everything. She was
calm. With her half-closed eyes she was like an icon. She
wanted to be alone and to enjoy her favourite October to the
full, so after the grape festival stayed. to the full ; her
head hummed a half key sharper than the low buzz of
conversations around her.
Everything
was covered with red grapes even the even the top of the
little stove next to the tub. It She looked down at the warmed
up bunche and picked it up. Suddenly she gripped it and the
grapes broke in a small jagged tear. The sweet nectar run down
her hands and arms.
In the next
moment her arm was gripped by a strong hand. She glanced up
and caught his eye. Anabell didn’t know him. He wore leather
trousers and the misty air stuck it on his leg and hips.
Anabell was nude and she only felt the pressed fruit flesh
everywhere on her body.
He raised his
eyes slowly, too slowly, announcing his interest grandly. The
moment his gaze locked with hers, she picked another bunch up
and rubbed against his thighs. Juice sprayed down her lips and
neck. Now it was sweet, warm and full.
The strange
man’s hunger was unbearable now. The girl allowed a slight
smile of acknowledgment as she aroused him. Her tongue darted
out and ran up the top of his thighs, along his belt. The
leather was now sweet and wet. Man’s desire was palpable and a
familiar, delicious warmth flooded his body waiting to be
explored.
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