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Morning. Sunny. The alarm clock is ringing and you turn it off because you want to wake me up yourself. You barely noticeably remove the hair from my face and admire it, because you like me more so sleepy, tender and defenseless. When you removed your hair, your neck was a little bit bare, this tiny stretch of open skin beckons you. You touch it with the tip of your nose, inhaling the fragrance of my slightly sweaty skin. You need to wake me up, but at the same time I want to enjoy this view a little more. You run your hand under ...
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