Girls That Finish The Job
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The moon cast a silver path across the still water, and she stood at its edge, a silhouette against the star-dusted sky. A warm, salt-kissed breeze whispered through her hair, carrying the distant, rhythmic sigh of the waves. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as a profound sense of peace began to uncoil deep within her, a slow, spreading warmth that pulsed in time with her heart. Her fingers trailed softly along her own collarbone, a delicate touch that made her skin hum with sudden, startling awareness. A soft, breathy sound escaped her lips, not a word, but a release of something long held captive, a feeling too vast for silence. Her body seemed to soften and melt, every muscle surrendering to a gentle, rising tide of sensation that left her trembling. It was a silent, sacred conversation between the night and her soul, a crescendo of feeling that built with the ocean's own relentless rhythm. She felt herself floating, unmoored from everything but the exquisite pleasure of simply being alive in that moment. A single, perfect tear traced a path down her cheek, a testament to the overwhelming beauty of the release that shuddered through her. Finally, she drew a deep, shuddering breath, the universe seeming to hold its own before exhaling with her into a state of pure, blissful calm.
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