I didn't drop the apple by accident. I let it roll between my spread thighs on the hay bale. Your eyes followed it and stayed exactly where it stopped.
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The mask covered my face and the candlelight lit everything else — bare throat, bare chest, bare thighs. I moaned into the barn shadows and didn't stop.