Girls That Finish The Job
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The afternoon sun spilled like honey through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around Marley’s serene form. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she slowly traced the line of her collarbone, her touch a whisper against her own skin. She closed her eyes, feeling the delicate fabric of her robe slide from her shoulders, a silent surrender to the quiet room. Her fingers, trembling slightly with a newfound reverence, drifted down her arm, feeling the latent strength and gentle curve of her muscle beneath the surface. Each breath she took was deeper than the last, filling her lungs with a sense of profound peace and self-acceptance. A warm, blooming sensation started in her chest, a radiant heat that spread through her limbs, making her feel both powerful and incredibly soft. She could feel the steady, strong rhythm of her own heart, a drumbeat celebrating this intimate moment of connection. In the profound stillness, she was both the sanctuary and the worshipped, a complete universe contained within her own being. A single, blissful tear traced a path down her temple, disappearing into her hairline, a testament to the overwhelming emotion of the moment. This was not an act of vanity, but one of deep, soulful discovery, a journey home to the goddess she had always carried inside.
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