Beauty being the only word to describe what’s taking place between the musky sheets. Darkness curls around us as you unfold me, tasting each inch of my body’s terrain hands no longer clumsy, but like a potter’s, molding my flesh into perfection and ache. Soft whispers traded between breathless requests and praise of satisfaction. Fingers dipping into honeyed warmth to soothe the craving for the moment before the always epic collide takes place.
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Beautiful
sexy I love it, so perfectly worded, like all of your work of course
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