Part Two : Red Evening Sun.

She never had to feel insecure. He thought she looked beautiful and impeccably perfect in her most natural state. He thought her resplendent, like the red evening sun, with how the light, golden stripes spread out on her waist, tracing profusely onto the sides of her well-built thighs and into her beautiful ass.

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