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We dived under the water, weaving our arms and legs, rubbing our bodies, so smooth, slippery, gave the sweetest kisses.
And when there was no air left in the lungs, we would emerge together without stopping, and continued to kiss.
– Oh, how tired I am.
The water from me took all the strength.
– falling on the sand, I said.
– And I have lips like Pamela, big and red.
– I heard in response.
And as proof of this, I pulled them out with a straw.
I started to laugh, “how funny you are.”
We lay on our backs, closing our eyes, listening to the sound of waves, the cries of seagulls; the rays of the setting sun, walked through our half-naked bodies, wet and a little cool.
I guess I dozed off, because, having opened my eyes, I saw a dark blue sky with the first blinding star, and the sun and the trace vanished.
I turned my head, you lay leaning on your arm, your face was vaguely visible in the evening light, but even so, your eyes shone with tenderness and care, ruining stretched into a smile.
– Well, I woke up a dormouse?
“Yeah,” I stretched out sweetly, “did I sleep for a long time?” – suspecting that she slept for hours 2.
– Not really, maybe half an hour.
“Your fingers went through my curls of brown hair.”
Then my stomach made itself felt, purring loudly.
– Come on, feed your beast.
– This is a bubuzhuka – I smiled awkwardly, pulling on my T-shirt and white skirt.
– What? How did you say – full of laughter.
– BUBUZHUKA! I myself came up with this word, I think, to patent it.
– I replied, joining her fun.
Come on, feed your bubuzhuku.
I hugged you around the waist, and you put your hand on my shoulder and we slowly walked to the house, fingering the sand.
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