He stepped forward, pressing me into the mirror. Our eyes met in its reflection, and what it revealed was both a beautiful secret and an undeniable hunger. He caressed my neck, trailing down my body, his touch electrifying my skin and awakening a longing so fierce I could scarcely breathe. His lips found my own, and in that moment I knew I’d be his willing captive for the rest of the night.
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I dove in and tasted him hungrily, feeling him tense and tremble as I explored his soft, salty depths. My lips and tongue massaged each contour as I eagerly worked my way downwards, until I felt his rigid shaft pressed firmly against my cheek. His moans of pleasure echoed off the bedroom walls as I pleasured him with all my being.
Oliver arrived late. A thrill of anticipation rippled through my body as he stepped closer. His dark eyes glittered with the same hunger in my heart as lips met in an erotic dance of desire. When our bodies touched, it was as if a spark of electricity had ignited and we were both UNLEASHED.