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one man with dark hair and beard,She wears a damp white sleeveless tank top and white strawberry-patterned panties, with white nylon tights partially pulled down. She stands close to an adult man, her hands sliding beneath his shirt, her body pressed against his. His hand is flat against her breast through the wet cotton. They are in an old barn at night during a thunderstorm, firelight from a small fire flickering across their faces and bodies, hay bales stacked behind them, a blanket pooled around her waist, rain hammering on the roof, the barn door rattling in the wind. The lighting is warm and dramatic from the fire, casting deep shadows.