Girls That Finish The Job
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The rain fell in a soft, steady rhythm against the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a watercolor dream. Mali stood before him, her dress clinging to her damp skin like a second whisper, her gaze holding a quiet, unshakeable certainty. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body as she stepped closer, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw, a touch that spoke volumes in the silent room. Her scent, a mix of night air and gentle perfume, filled his senses, making his heart hammer against his ribs. She leaned in, her breath a soft caress against his lips, a silent question that he answered with a surrendering sigh. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the palpable electricity arcing between them. He felt her hands slide to his shoulders, not with force, but with a guiding confidence that melted all his resistance. A shiver, born of profound emotion rather than the chill, coursed through him as he yielded completely to her lead. This was not a conquest, but a sacred offering of trust, an intimate dance where two souls found their perfect rhythm. And in the quiet storm, he discovered the profound peace of being utterly, willingly, hers.
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