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The first time I saw you was on a sweltering summer afternoon. Your denim shorts were riding up high on your smooth thighs as you took them off to reveal a fair blank pussy beneath your pert pubes. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.
I remember vividly walking past the giant clock tower, feeling like time stood still as I gazed upon your petite frame, adorned with curly locks framing your freckled face. Your round blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, drawing me in like a magnet. My hands instinctively reached out to caress the curves of your body.
You were lost in thought at that moment, oblivious to my ogling gaze. I stood there frozen, drinking in every detail of your perfect form - the way your hips narrowed into a gentle slope, the delicate outline of your petite breasts. Your thighs were slim and toned, inviting my fingers to explore their contours further. In that instant, I knew I had to make you mine.
