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by Spencer was not at the lake to chill, contrarily to others. On her way to the stony shore, she had passed a number of legionnaires in swimwear and shades, relaxing on towels and inner tubes, chatting, laughing or listening to music.
Spencer was wearing a vivid yellow bikini, her dark skin gleaming in the sunlight like coffee beans. It was a hot day and she wanted to work on her swimming. Her probatio tablet swinging around her neck, Spencer waded into the water careful not to slip on the wet cold stones, then dived in with one long movement, immediately breaking into an energetic swim, her lean muscles bulging and flexing under her skin. Fresh icy water washed over her like a cascade, pushing her cornrows back. She slapped the surface with her feet as hard as she could, bringing her arms forth and drawing them back one after the other.
Spencer was wearing a vivid yellow bikini, her dark skin gleaming in the sunlight like coffee beans. It was a hot day and she wanted to work on her swimming. Her probatio tablet swinging around her neck, Spencer waded into the water careful not to slip on the wet cold stones, then dived in with one long movement, immediately breaking into an energetic swim, her lean muscles bulging and flexing under her skin. Fresh icy water washed over her like a cascade, pushing her cornrows back. She slapped the surface with her feet as hard as she could, bringing her arms forth and drawing them back one after the other.
