Karups
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The morning sun streamed through the gauzy curtains, casting a soft, golden haze across the rumpled sheets where they lay entwined. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along the delicate curve of her shoulder, each touch a silent question and a tender answer. She sighed, a soft sound lost in the quiet room, and arched her back slightly into his palm, a wordless plea for more. The scent of warm skin and clean linen filled the air, a simple perfume that made her heart flutter wildly in her chest. He leaned in, his breath a warm caress against her neck, and she felt a shiver cascade down her spine. Their eyes met, and in that deep, unbroken gaze, the entire world outside their sanctuary simply melted away. A slow, knowing smile graced his lips as he watched the blush rise on her cheeks, a silent testament to the electricity humming between them. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer until their foreheads gently touched, sharing the same quiet breath. In that suspended moment, every gentle press of skin against skin felt like a whispered secret, a promise of profound intimacy. This was their sacred language, a rhythm of quiet touches and shared warmth that made the ordinary Sunday feel utterly divine.
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