Lake Lewisia #844

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As she basked in the sun, her blind lover's hands found their way to her hair by feel and began to stroke. She sighed and felt the coils of her hair unwind and stroke against his hands in return. He laughed, and she tipped back to see the smile on his face and the little serpent twined around his wrist, demanding that he stroke its scales once more before moving onto the larger snakes in her hair.

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LL#844