Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your silhouette in warm, hazy light. My breath caught as your fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of my jaw with an almost reverent tenderness. A soft sigh escaped my lips, a sound lost to the intimate space growing between us. I could feel the frantic rhythm of your heart answering the wild drumming in my own chest as you drew nearer. Your forehead gently rested against mine, our shared breath becoming a silent, sacred language. The world outside ceased to exist, its noises muffled by the thick, sweet air of our connection. When your lips finally found mine, it was not a collision but a slow, melting surrender, a release of every unspoken word we had carried for so long. A shudder of pure, undiluted emotion coursed through me, and I felt my knees grow weak, anchored only by your steadying embrace. In that endless moment, every barrier fell away, leaving only the raw, breathtaking truth of our union. We were no longer two separate beings, but a single, radiant flame burning in the peaceful twilight.
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