a kiss - General, you've lost a lot while entertained frivolous girlfriends - purred charmer - but tomorrow in my ball-book... She approached the general very close like a tigress, like an unsolved cat. She almost touched his face with scorching carmine lips and said quietly: - You will be number one. Henrietta shut softly her eyes: leant so close, she inhales the smell - smoky and bitter, pierced the twilight fresh, clean and strong. Her consciousness is confused by the flavor she feels. Just a single breath is enough to seize the skin into spicy sensuality and set ball lighting in her chest. Girl looks at the general - his face is reflected and drowning in the depth of her brilliant dilated pupils. Honey-sweet spirit of hyacinth, seasoned by warmth of her skin, gives blessed oblivion; and pushes a man to commit liberty. He leans toward her mouth allured by the scent. The tongue slips easily between her juicy moist lips. He doesn't seek affection, just the salvation of his melancholy. He sticks almost with teeth at her compliant lips. Despite the careless light bites, Henrietta clings responsively to the general, allowing to his tongue fill deeply her supple mouth. She isn't embarrassed by his sudden passion and greed. The red-haired seductress gives the kiss an opportunity to convey all the words that are prohibited by etiquette. Hastily and passionately licking his tongue, she makes intoxicated and promises to forget everything. She feels something ungovernable and unrestrained pushes away all of her thoughts, while sweet drops of desire are flocking down the belly. And it's worth just to pay attention to them, as radiant shivers pierce the whole body. Despite all the instincts of her melted flesh, the wise beauty retreats, hoping that best is yet to come. In fear to overstep the mark Henrietta flitted away threw up her ginger glow. She left the general to languish with a voluptuous smile; and a cold wind rushed immediately at his wet lips. He stood there alone for a while, feeling the healing streams of foretaste and rebirth are running through his veins.