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I half pounce onto the bed, and crawl roughly towards her, and she lets out a nervous giggle. As I come to be over her, her knees raise slightly to accomodate my being between her legs, and her thin, soft calves lodge lightly against my massive rock hard thighs. The scent of her hits me, and it has an earthy fragrance that reminds me of the thickly canopied forests near my home, though more like elm than the maple with which I'm more familiar. She clumsily but eagerly begins unbuttoning her dress, as if she hadn't realized it was there, and is now somewhat frustrated with it. I stop her by pressing my lips against hers, one hand gently holding her the side of her face, and the other pushing down, just slightly, on her wrist. Her lips press back, and our tongues entwine. Her mouth juice tastes a little like candy corn, and she's clearly inexperienced, but makes up for it with passionate enthusiasm. Her free arm finds place pressing down on the well defined muscule of my lower trapezius, and her hair strikes up around me, like a million little tentacles, and begins to caress the bulk of my upper body. It's incredibly silky, and I pause for a moment to wonder at the hygiene requirements of such a quantity of hair. Repa takes this distraction as an opportunity to use more still of her hair to finish removing her dress, and I break the contact of our lips, leaving several threads of dangling saliva between our mouths and our tongues, so that I can gaze upon her exposed body.
