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“Yup, exactly. But there’s always a cost, right? Zeus told Cepheus and Cassiopeia that to get Poseidon to back off, they’d have to sacrifice their daughter, Andromeda – she’s hanging out over there, way past the Milky Way boys nude photos. They tied her to the cliffs so that Cetus could come and eat her up.” Mark shifted his body over to look at Carrie more directly boys nude photos, then took her hand and pointed out the constellation. “All these women getting tied up. I see a pattern here,” chided Carrie, rolling her eyes. “Well, that’s why women need heroes, to get them out of fixes,” teased Mark, curling his fingers around Carrie’s. “Luckily, we have Perseus, right there. He came to Andromeda’s rescue, defeated the whale, and they took off together. The nymphs boys nude photos were still pissed, though, so Cassiopeia was tied to a chair and stuck up in the sky for the rest of time.” “Hmph. Is boys nude photos there a moral to this story?” asked Carrie, looking straight at Mark. Her pillowy lower lip glistened in the moonlight. “Don’t mess with sea nymphs?” “Well,” mused Mark. His finger traced the curve of Carrie’s cheek. “How about, ‘If you do mess with sea nymphs, make sure you have a hero close by’?” He gazed deep into her grey eyes, and before she could answer, crushed her lips with his own. Carrie’s body shuddered as she felt his hand cradling her head, his fingers clawing through her hair. He pulled her head back by her pale ginger waves, and dove into her exposed throat. She whimpered, letting him take it. His hand moved up boys nude photos her body, touching her breasts for the very first time. He cupped one firmly, letting his thumb flick over the hardening nipple. Carrie’s hand gravitated to his chest; her fingernails digging hungrily like a kitten’s kneading claws.

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