Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and dusk. My fingers traced the delicate line of your collarbone, a silent question whispered against your skin. You leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips as your eyes fluttered closed. The air grew thick with the scent of your perfume and the quiet promise hanging between us. I felt the rapid, answering rhythm of my own heart as I drew you closer, your body molding perfectly against mine. Your hands came up to cradle my face, your touch both a comfort and an exquisite torment. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space where our breaths mingled, hot and unsteady. A tremor ran through you as my lips finally found yours in a slow, searching kiss that tasted of longing and surrender. Every careful restraint we had built crumbled into dust, leaving only raw, vulnerable feeling. We were no longer two separate beings, but a single, trembling flame in the gathering dark.
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