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The flickering neon from the street below painted shifting patterns of crimson and gold across her skin as she moved agat him, a silent dance in the close, perfumed air of the room. His hands, rough from a life he never explained, traced the delicate architecture of her spine, each vertebra a smooth, warm pearl beneath his calloused fingertips. The scent of cheap perfume and expensive whiskey mingled with the musk of their bodies, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that felt both transient and eternal. She arched her back, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his mouth found the sensitive hollow of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin and the lingering sweetness of her lipstick. The worn velvet of the armchair groaned under their shifting weight, its texture a stark contrast to the slick heat of their entangled limbs. Every whispered promise and unspoken transaction faded into the background, replaced by the raw, rhythmic sound of their breathing and the distant, muffled city hum. He watched the way the light caught the sheen of perspiration on her collarbone, a glistening map of their shared urgency. Her fingers tangled in his hair, not guiding but simply holding on, as if he were the only solid thing in a room that seemed to spin with their escalating passion. In that suspended moment, the world outside the thin curta ceased to exist, the only reality being the slow, deliberate friction building between them, a silent language of need and release.
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