Tommy Wood XXX
The Brooklyn night hummed outside the window, a distant city symphony that faded into the charged silence of our room. Her laughter, a soft, bubbly sound, had settled into a quiet intensity as the moonlight traced the elegant lines of her black lingerie. My hands found the gentle curve of her waist, a silent question answered by her head tilting back, exposing the delicate column of her throat. Our first kiss was a slow, searching promise, a prelude to the profound intimacy that followed. I worshipped her with my mouth, tracing a path of tender devotion that made her tremble and gasp into the stillness. Her own explorations were an act of grateful reverence, her fingers tangling in my hair as she guided me. When our bodies finally joined, it was a slow, rocking rhythm, a deep and soulful connection under the watchful dark. A whispered plea led to a new, breathtaking union, her body arching in surrender as a powerful release shook her very core. The air thickened with the scent of her passion and the raw, unfiltered sounds of our shared ecstasy. In that suspended midnight hour, we were not two people, but a single, shuddering wave of sensation and overwhelming feeling.
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