Girls That Finish The Job
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The rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a soft, golden haze as Dharma stood waiting. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a wild drumbeat echoing the storm outside. When he finally entered the room, the air shifted, charged with a quiet electricity that made her skin hum. His gaze, intense and searching, held hers as he slowly closed the distance, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. A shiver, delicious and warm, cascaded down her spine at that first, tender contact. He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her jawline with a reverence that stole her breath away. She leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering closed as she inhaled his familiar, comforting scent. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the shared warmth of their bodies and the unspoken promise hanging between them. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers in a silent, profound communion. This was more than a mere encounter; it was a homecoming, a long-awaited release of a passion held too long at bay.
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