Wicked
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The low hum of the camera was a distant, forgotten thing, a mechanical drone drowned out by the ragged symphony of their breathing. His voice, a gravelly whisper that seemed to originate from deep within his chest, curled around the shell of her ear, each syllable a deliberate, heated caress. He didn’t speak of love or tenderness, but of raw, unfiltered need, painting vivid pictures with his words that made her skin flush and her pulse quicken. The heat of his body pressed agat hers was a tangible weight, a promise of the friction to come, as his hands mapped the delicate curve of her spine with possessive certainty. She could feel the dampness of his skin where her fingers tangled in the dark hair at the nape of his neck, a primal scent of musk and desire hanging thick in the air between them. Every explicit, whispered intention caused a corresponding throb deep within her, a liquid heat pooling low in her belly that made her arch agat him in silent supplication. The world had narrowed to this single point of contact, this charged space where language became a physical trument of pleasure. His mouth found the frantic pulse at the base of her throat, his words muffled agat her feverish skin, each one a spark igniting a trail of fire along her nerves. This was a conversation without pretense, a dialogue of bodies speaking the most ancient and honest language, where every gasp and moan was a fervent, echoing reply.
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