Girls That Finish The Job
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The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, clinging to our skin as our eyes met in the dim light. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along my collarbone, leaving a trail of delicate fire in their wake. I could feel the soft warmth of his breath against my neck, a silent promise that made my heart flutter wildly. Every gentle brush of his lips against my shoulder was a whispered secret, building an exquisite tension that sang through my veins. The world narrowed to this single, breathless moment, where a single look conveyed more than words ever could. My hands found their way into his hair, my touch light as a feather, feeling the soft strands between my fingers. A low, contented hum escaped him, a vibration I felt deep within my own chest, speaking of a shared, unspoken longing. The space between us was charged with a palpable energy, a magnetic pull that made every inch of separation feel like a mile. I leaned in, letting my lips barely graze the corner of his mouth, a ghost of a kiss meant to entice and delay. In that suspended silence, the art of the tease became a beautiful, agonizing language all its own.
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