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the singer stood at the edge of the stage and threw aside her jacket to reveal her bare breasts, and the gold chain clipped onto the rings that pierced her nipples -- the men and the women in the crowd roared their approval as she took up the microphone again and stood in a pose chllenging the world to try and cover her up
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waking up hung over on her couch, he rubbed his eyes and saw her sitting next to him wearng little more than a threadbare sleepshirt that had been worn, washed and bleached a few dozen times too many to be worn outside the house. She appeared to have awoken maybe only a few minutes before him, and since she was not prone to wearing makeup she looked as pretty as she had when they had started drinking the previous evening. As she turned to ask him if he had any plans for the day, he became very aware of the large, protruding nipples that adorned her small, slightly upturned breasts straining against the just barely opaque fabric of her night-shirt. In that moment he was glad to be concealed by his jacket as he had sprung from the usual "morning wood" into an almost painfully erect state that would leave him stranded on the couch with his coat in his lap until it abated.
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with the black flannel sheet he had brought with him insulating them from the inherent dirty-ness of the hotel room sheets and bedclothes, he kissed his way from her bellybutton up toward her chest, alternating between gentle caressing and outright groping as his hand slid under the left cup of her bra. Pushing aside the cup, he could feel her hands in his hair as he crawled further up, first flicking her exposed nipple with his tongue and then closing his lips and teeth gently around it for a brief moment, careful not to snag or pull the little metal barbell as he kissed her breast
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