UTR-Girls
The midnight air was cool against her feverish skin as she lay alone in the vast silence of her bed, the boundaries between dream and reality dissolving like sugar in warm tea. A presence materialized from the shadows, a solid warmth that her seeking hands traced over the hard planes of his chest and shoulders. Her blindfold, a shield from the waking world, heightened every sensation into a symphony of touch. His strength enveloped her, a safe harbor in the storm of her own longing, and she felt a powerful, insistent pressure against her thigh that made her breath catch. When her lips parted to meet his, the taste was of salt and night, an intoxicating flavor she drank in with a quiet, desperate hunger. A low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest as he moved over her, his body a dark eclipse against the moonlit sheets. Each deep, rolling thrust was a wave that threatened to pull her under, a perfect, stretching fullness that made her whimper with overwhelmed pleasure. Tears of raw, unfiltered emotion pricked her eyes as the rhythm built, a frantic, beautiful cadence that shattered her completely. She clung to him, a silent, pleading prayer answered as a profound, liquid heat flooded her very core, a claiming release that left her trembling and utterly full. In the hushed aftermath, as the dream-figure faded, only the lingering, primal memory of his scent and the profound peace in her bones remained, a secret she knew her body would crave to feel again.
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