Shades of Gray

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At first glance, a sculpted renaissance beauty in marbel of gray named @Locket44 we do see. The darkend navel nearly centered, alligning the gaze. Her hand of left fondly affixed to her hip, justifying her pose of a raised leg on the right. As the eyes wander up and across the smoothed gray velvet hue of her figure, they stop in adoration of her proportionatly curved bosom. A sample of her nipple she let's on, teasing the viewer and knowing she has won.
 
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Nobody needs to see the face

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Gray coloring suits this distress. A well known figure named @Harthacnut bows his head. His face he doesn't want us to see. But his body gives him away. Arms directing our eyes towards that he hides. Hair atop, a defining feature. Tied back here but long enough to obscure. Nose pointed down, reinforcing his dismay. A man here wanting and needing, a man's conflicted emotions on display.
 
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What is this that we see? I fine beauty named @C_S_B A porcelain doll she is not, but lying in an enameled tub, smooth as one could be. She wants our eyes to gaze upon her, playfully desiring to be seen. The gray tones light up her radiant skin, the darker shadows and curves perfectly accentuating her figure. She attempts to conceal, that which is hers. But purposfully expoes just enough. With the visit upon her breasts obscured, the eyes quickly trace her lines until in view a tongue not normally seen. Recently wetted, she plays with the gazer's mental senses, her tongue indicating intent. Then we suddenly meet her straight on. She has seen what our eyes have done. She looks at us back, with the same enjoyed expression thats on our face.
 
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Our eyes are ablaze at this stunning beauty with the name of @PhoenixV Reclining on her side like the Venus she knows she is. The first thing we see is a little bow, tied neat and of silk. Bold lines race across her curved chest, teasing the viewer, fully obscuring the flesh that is under. Denied a feast, our eyes head back to the bow, the sharp tails directing our gaze below. Down to the smokey shadows guided by dark and bold desires funneled on both sides. Again, our eyes are denied so they wonder around. Noticing her long draped hair, perfectly smooth and dark. A mark upon the skin shyly makes an appearance. Finally we have but a morsel to enjoy. The cleavage many melt into, arousal peeked and then destroyed.
 

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