Beneath the velvet moon, our bodies intertwined, defying the boundaries of desire. His touch ignited a fever, branding my skin with pleasure’s mark. Every caress, a whisper of bliss, as we explored the hidden corners of ecstasy. The rapture of skin on skin, a wild dance, igniting a flame, unforgettable. Intoxicated, I surrender to his relentless passion.
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