Wicked
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The air between them thickened with unspoken promises as his fingers traced the delicate curve of her collarbone, each touch erasing the ghost of another’s memory from her skin. Her breath hitched when his palm settled agat the small of her back, pulling her into the warmth that radiated from his body like a newfound sun. She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat through the thin fabric of her dress, a rhythm that slowly synchronized with her own ragged pulse. His lips found the sensitive hollow beneath her ear, and a shiver of pure sensation cascaded down her spine, awakening parts of her she thought had withered. The scent of his skin—clean linen and something wild, like rain-soaked earth—filled her senses, drowning out the lingering bitterness of past sorrows. As his mouth finally met hers, the kiss was not a demand but a question, and her answer was a soft surrender that parted her lips. His hands roamed her curves with a reverence that made her feel cherished, each caress a silent vow agat the fabric of her being. In the dim light, their shadows merged into one undulating form upon the wall, a dance of rediscovery and rising passion. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she did not flinch from the heat but leaned into it, letting it mend the fractures in her soul with golden threads of desire.
Big Tits | Blockbuster | Blonde | Fingering | Lingerie | Masturbation | Milf | Solo
