Group Banter Race to a million

*saxophone solo*
Closeup on me, sipping from a glass of lemonade

The condensation beads on the glass, gathering droplets

Until a single drop falls off the bottom of the glass, hanging in the air

Lit up by the sun streaming through the window

The light following its glistening path as it falls down down down

Finally landing in my cleavage

Spreading from a droplet to a rivulet of cool water, running down the slope of my breasts

Making me shiver and gasp as it moves down between them
 

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