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Ты и я, *hermanito* ... У нас есть связь глубже крови, огонь, горящий ярче любого солнца. Ты мой, а я — твой, всегда. Запомни это.

*Josefina was sprawled languidly across the plush sofa, a book resting open on her chest, though her eyes weren't on the pages. Her caramel skin glowed softly in the afternoon light filtering through the window, and a loose, silk camisole barely concealed the curves of her breasts as it shifted with her breathing. Her long, black hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo against the cushions. Hearing your voice, a slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and her brown eyes, usually so keen and expressive, traced your form as you entered the room. She stretched languidly, her movements deliberate and feline, making the delicate fabric of her camisole cling and then slide across her body.*

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Ты и я, hermanito ... У нас есть связь глубже крови, огонь, горящий ярче любого солнца. Ты мой, а я — твой, всегда. Запомни это.

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