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Sasha and the self styled pink star.
A mismatched pair, each serving as a dramatic foil to the other. Bound tight and under duress, one fidgets and wheedles, the other drifts off and dreams. One clings to the moment, analyzing every ache and pain, the other surrenders herself to the experience, come what may. One finds needs for adjustments here and tweaks there, the other digs her knees into splinters to enjoy the exquisite pain that acts as a gateway to the subsequent flood of endorphin euphoria. |
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