Girls That Finish The Job
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The fading sunset cast long, amber shadows across the room, painting your skin in hues of gold and soft violet. His breath caught as you moved closer, the whisper of silk against skin the only sound in the hushed space. Your fingers, light as a thought, traced the line of his jaw, feeling the subtle tension there begin to melt away. A slow, knowing smile touched your lips as you held his gaze, a universe of unspoken promises passing between you in the quiet. The air grew thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, drifting through the open window on a warm breeze. You leaned in, your forehead gently resting against his, sharing the same air, the same frantic heartbeat. His hands found the small of your back, a warm and steady anchor in the rising tide of feeling. Every shift of your body was a silent language, a dance of intention and surrender that spoke louder than words. A soft sigh escaped him, a sound of pure, unraveling devotion that trembled in the space between your mouths. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the electric, breathless space where two souls almost touch.
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