Karups
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The fading sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet room, painting your skin in hues of warmth and anticipation. My breath hitched as your fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from my temple to the line of my jaw, a silent question in your touch. I leaned into the caress, my eyes closing as the world narrowed to this single, charged point of contact. A soft sigh escaped my lips, not of sound, but of pure feeling, a surrender to the tenderness unfolding between us. Your thumb brushed my lower lip, a feather-light promise that sent a tremor through my entire being. The air grew thick with the scent of your skin and the unspoken words hanging between us. I felt my own heartbeat answer the steady rhythm of yours, a frantic drum against my ribs. In your gaze, I saw not just want, but a deep, reverent hunger that mirrored my own. This was more than a kiss; it was a slow, deliberate unraveling of every guarded thought I had ever held. And in that suspended moment, I gave myself over completely to the art of your devotion.
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