Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, trembling shadows across the room, gilding the dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. His gaze was a tangible warmth upon her skin, a silent question that made her breath catch in her throat. She let her fingers, trembling slightly, trace the line of his jaw, feeling the steady pulse of life beneath her touch. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of sorrow, but of a profound, aching surrender to the moment. He leaned in, his forehead gently resting against hers, their shared breath creating a private, intimate universe. The world outside the window ceased to exist, its sounds muffled by the deafening rhythm of two hearts beating in sync. In the quiet space between them, every unspoken feeling swelled, a tidal wave of tenderness and raw, vulnerable truth. His hand found the small of her back, a firm, reassuring pressure that promised both safety and a thrilling unknown. She closed her eyes, drowning in the sensation of his nearness, the scent of his skin a familiar and intoxicating anchor. This was not a collision, but a slow, deliberate merging of two souls, unleashing a passion that was as gentle as it was fierce.
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