Girls That Finish The Job
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The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, two silhouettes pressed together in the breathless quiet of the hallway. His thumb traced the delicate line of her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his, their shared breath a warm, frantic cloud in the cool air. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped her lips as his hands found the small of her back, drawing her impossibly closer until not even a whisper could slip between them. She melted against his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair, each touch a silent, desperate promise. The world narrowed to this single, suspended minute, a secret universe built from racing hearts and the scent of rain on skin. Every fleeting kiss, every whispered word against her neck, was a spark igniting the tender, aching tension coiling deep within her. A tremor ran through her, a wave of pure, unspoken feeling that made her knees weaken, her grasp on his shoulders tightening as an anchor. He held her through the storm of sensation, his own breath catching as he felt the profound surrender ripple through her frame. The final, breathless second stretched into a sweet, silent eternity, leaving them clinging to each other in the hushed aftermath. In the gentle stillness, their foreheads rested together, speaking volumes in the quiet language of shared, trembling hearts.
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