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Whispers slip from his lips like smoke—"God, you're a fucking dream," gravelly and genuine, making her shiver languid, body leaning into the caress that trails fire down her sternum, peeling the top away inch by teasing inch till those glorious globes tumble free, bouncing soft with a jiggle that slaps faint against her ribs. She's trembling already, a fine quiver starting in her thighs as his hands roam bolder, kneading the firm flesh till it dimples under his grip, thumbs circling peaks that harden to diamonds, pinching just enough to draw a gasp that's half-pain, half-prayer. The room fills with their shared heat, breaths syncing ragged as he murmurs more adoration, words like "perfect" and "mine tonight" weaving spells that make her arch instinctive, pressing those massive mounds into his chest, nipples scraping fabric in sparks that shoot straight south.
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His hands wander lower now, sliding over hips that flare wide, fingers hooking skirt hems to hike it up, exposing lace that's dark with her dew, thighs parting subtle like an invitation scrawled in sweat. She's got that lazy smile, eyes heavy-lidded as she guides one palm between her legs, pressing it to the soaked scrap where heat radiates like a furnace, his fingers tracing the seam till she bucks faint, a moan whispering out soft and sweet. "Touch me," she breathes, voice husky as aged wine, and he obliges, dipping beneath to part slick folds, stroking the nub that's swollen and slick till her tremble amps to quake, body undulating slow under the waves of satisfaction crashing gentle but building, each swirl and press pulling whimpers that mix with his praises, breaths merging in that hot haze where adoration turns to ache.
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