I love kisses that taste like quiet promises, your fingertips tracing every hidden line as my shy giggles slip into soft moans meant only for you. With me, there’s no rush — only soft gasps, sweet sighs, and the promise you’ll crave my warmth again and again when the lights slip low.
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