Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your skin in hues of warm honey and soft amber. My fingers traced the delicate line of your collarbone, a silent question whispered against the gentle curve of your neck. Your breath hitched, a soft, surrendering sound that echoed the frantic rhythm of my own heart. I leaned in, my lips barely grazing the corner of your mouth, tasting the sweet anticipation lingering there. A shiver ran through you, and your hands found their way into my hair, pulling me closer with a tender urgency. The world narrowed to this single, breathless point, where the scent of your skin was the only air I needed to breathe. Every glance was a confession, every touch a sacred promise spoken without a single word. I felt your smile against my cheek, a radiant bloom of trust and longing that shattered my last defenses. In the quiet symphony of our shared breaths, I discovered a universe of feeling I never knew existed. We were two souls adrift, finally finding our anchor in the warm, safe harbor of each other's arms.
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