"The painting will be dry in 30 minutes" the painter told the woman waiting naked in her apartment lit up by expectation. "So will I" she replied, persistant, clean and horny. Pink dots drags a hasty trail in the snow from the harbour pool to fascination, her door is open her ass in new blonds like a fresh layer of paint. Her ass. Her ass. Like range and a valley of dunes, the promised land. Real as the dreams you do not have. Her pussy, wet, tasty, a fairytale. I win the queen but I loose my kíngdom.
Sugarman enters the arena, identity merges and all is fair in love and hate