#339754 - As I crested the top of the cliff, the jingling of the bells stopped, and I heard the sound of joyous singing from my nymphet, drifting to my ears on the mid morning air. Her hands then dropped to the hem of her short, and unbuttoned the fastener, followed by the quick release of the zipper.
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