21Sextury
Tina Kay Pic(s)
The room seemed to hold its breath as she moved, a slow, deliberate sway of hips that promised worlds undiscovered. Her fingers, cool and sure, traced a path from the hollow of her throat down the gentle slope of her collarbone, a silent prelude to the symphony of touch. The air grew thick with the scent of warm skin and night-blooming jasmine, a perfume that coiled lazily in the space between us. When her gaze finally met mine, it was a collision of deep, liquid darkness, pulling me into a current of raw, unspoken wanting. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she closed the distance, her body pressing agat mine in a seamless fit that felt both new and ancient. I could feel the steady, strong drum of her heart through the thin fabric of her dress, a rhythm that began to sync with my own frantic pulse. Her hands slid up my back, palms flat and warm, mapping the terrain of muscle and bone with an artist’s reverence. Every nerve ending sparked to life under her exploration, a cascade of sensation that left a trail of fire in its wake. In that suspended moment, the universe narrowed to the shared heat of our skin and the intoxicating whisper of a journey just beginning.
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