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Alana Cruise, Honey Gold Pic(s)
The room seemed to hold its breath as her fingers traced the delicate curve of my collarbone, a whisper of contact that sent shivers cascading down my spine. Her scent enveloped me, a heady mixture of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin, awakening desires I had never dared to name. When her lips finally met mine, it was not a conquest but a discovery, a slow, deliberate unfolding of something ancient and true. I felt the soft weight of her breast press agat me, a perfect fit that made my own body ache with recognition. Her murmurs were a language my soul understood, each sigh a verse in this new gospel written upon my flesh. The world narrowed to the space between our bodies, to the slick heat where our thighs entwined and moved in a rhythm as old as the moon. I watched, mesmerized, as moonlight painted silver tracks across the sweat-sheened landscape of her back, my hands learning the poetry of her curves. Every touch, every gasp, felt like coming home to a country I had been searching for my entire life without knowing its name. In that suspended hour, I was unmade and remade entirely in the image of her worship, forever changed by the cathedral we built between our tangled limbs.
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