Bed Of Roses - Song Story 07-20

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Illya gently rose from the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping form sharing it with him.

Stepping away, he quickly pulled on pants and a black T-shirt. He looked back at the blond woman sprawled across the satin sheets, long hair spread out on the pillow like a halo, slender body naked and covered with a thin sheen of perspiration from the vigorous round of recent lovemaking.

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