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The touch of his mustache to her delicate skin was very soft and pleasant.

— What a man! — she thought, wondering whether to allow her desire to continue or whether to slow down.

She could feel his long mustache touching her very depths, opening her soul together with the body.

— Your place or mine? — he asked showing his body.

She closed her eyes.

— Look, Mom, snails are kissing! — A child’s finger touched the magnificent mustache of her partner.

Instantly hiding in their shells, the lovers rolled head over heels through the wet leaves on the ground.