Squirt Lady
The city slept, a silent tapestry of distant lights beyond the window, while in the quiet room, the only sound was the frantic rhythm of two hearts beating as one. He had bound her wrists with the softest silk, a gentle surrender that made her feel both captured and utterly free. Every glance from his intense eyes was a tangible caress, sending shivers of anticipation across her skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he leaned in, his breath a warm promise against the sensitive curve of her neck. The world narrowed to this single point of contact, this electric current humming between their bodies. She felt a warmth blooming deep within, a rising tide of sensation she could no longer contain. A tremor started in her core, a delicate earthquake that radiated outwards, making her muscles tense and then go limp with release. Wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling in its wake. Tears of overwhelming emotion welled in her eyes, glistening in the muted moonlight as she looked at him, completely vulnerable and seen. In that sacred, silent space, she had not just been touched; her very soul had been unlocked, her secret desires finally, beautifully, unleashed.
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