Savvy G
The whisper of silk echoed in the quiet room as she entered, her every curve a soft melody beneath the delicate fabric. Her gaze, heavy with unspoken promises, locked with his, and a slow, sly smile bloomed on her lips as she saw the raw yearning in his eyes. Her fingers began a slow, deliberate dance, tracing the lace-edged contours of her hip, then gliding up the gentle slope of her waist. Each movement was a silent sonnet, a deliberate tease that made the air itself feel thick and warm. She moved closer with the grace of a deepening shadow, the scent of her perfume a intoxicating cloud around them. He could feel the heat of her breath ghosting against his skin, a phantom touch that promised unimaginable bliss. A soft sigh escaped her, not of words, but of pure feeling, as she closed the final distance between them. The world narrowed to this single, breathless moment, charged with a trembling, electric anticipation. In the depths of her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own overwhelming desire, a shared vulnerability that was both terrifying and exquisite. This was not just an encounter, but a sublime surrender to a connection that left them both utterly laid bare.
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