Not just a beautiful young woman, she was a sylph like creature, so fragile that a breath of wind might dispel her in an instant.
She was almost an elemental presence, so slight and graceful was she and so light her footfalls barely left a mark, she was to all intents and purposes a mercurial nymph a spirit of nature.
She was quiet, like a whisper in the dark, she was that sudden cool breath that makes your hairs stand on end.
But this sylph like creature, gracile and gentle, turns into a different creature in the night when her hands caress her lovers’ full breasts, and her lips kiss nipples to arousal and her delicate fingers seek out the moistness of the maid.
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