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She’s Not A Woman But A Goddess
My Alpha & Omega
My girlfriend is in town visiting. She was my high school sweetheart. I loved her with every fiber in my being. We had a sometimes unhealthy obsession with one another.
Luna was 5 foot 9, with shoulder-length blonde locks, eyes as blue as the Pacific, and long dancer legs. The face of an angel fell to earth from the heavens. The ass of an Instagram Model.
Her proclivity to tan nude allows for no tan lines on her stunning skin. When she came to Tiger Town, none of the other co-eds existed.
She was visiting because her classes at Carolina hadn’t started. Let’s just say I would run a hundred miles, die a thousand excruciating deaths for my Amazon Goddess.
I feel her warm presence. My Love is standing across the room, smiling. She’s wearing the thigh-high black boots we purchased together at the Greenville Mall.
A white lacy camisole holds her full double d cup breasts, while white thong panties with a red bow adorn the small of her back.
My Goddess tosses her shoulder-length locks. She moves towards me and spins, stopping to reveal her beautiful bouncing bottom. Luna is just beyond my reach.
