As Hank settles down to sleep hours later, he imagines kissing Evelyn again, in that crowded saloon. But this time it is a slow kiss. He strokes her hair gently with his hands. It smells of roses. He touches her neck, and then kisses it tenderly, aware of the effect his stubbly beard has on her. He pulls her closer. Her generous breasts push right up against his chest. His arms are around her back, and then, he rolls them gently over her bountiful bottom. Both hands - he holds her buttocks in both hands and pulls her even ...
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As Hank settles down to sleep hours later, he imagines kissing Evelyn again, in that crowded saloon. But this time it is a slow kiss. He strokes her hair gently with his hands. It smells of roses. He touches her neck, and then kisses it tenderly, aware of the effect his stubbly beard has on her. He pulls her closer. Her generous breasts push right up against his chest. His arms are around her back, and then, he rolls them gently over her bountiful bottom. Both hands - he holds her buttocks in both hands and pulls her even closer against his ravenous body.
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