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Grace, Douglas Pic(s)
The humid air clung to their skin like a second silken layer, thick with the scent of salt and expensive perfume. Under the low, amber glow of the bedside lamp, two bodies moved in a languid, practiced rhythm, a silent conversation of arching spines and grasping fingers. A soft, breathy sigh escaped one woman’s lips as her partner’s mouth traced a path down the elegant column of her throat, each kiss a brand of possession. The gentle curve of a hip was cradled by a possessive hand, fingers splaying agat the smooth, heated flesh as if memorizing its topography. A low moan rumbled in response, the sound vibrating through their pressed torsos as a knee nudged thighs further apart, granting deeper access. The slick, rhythmic sound of their joining was a private music, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath and the rustle of disheveled sheets. Eyes, dark with desire, locked in a gaze that promised shared ruin, a complete surrender to the building tempest within their core. Every movement was deliberate, a slow, agonizing climb towards a precipice they both knew intimately, each thrust a question answered with a yielding tremble. The tension coiled, tighter and tighter, a palpable force in the room that promised a shattering, glorious release just beyond the next shared, shuddering breath.
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