Girls rimming
The sun hung heavy in the sky, its searing heat painting Jack’s back with a glistening sheen as he worked. Sara, feeling a sudden, vibrant energy, watched from the cool dimness of the villa, her heart beating a quick, anticipatory rhythm. Stepping outside, the warm air caressed her skin as she offered him a glass of chilled tea, her fingers brushing his with a deliberate, lingering softness. Her dark eyes, full of unspoken promises, met his, and she silently beckoned him inside, away from the oppressive glare. The transition from bright light to shadow felt like crossing into a secret world, the cool tile a welcome shock against their bare feet. In the hushed stillness, a profound intimacy bloomed, communicated only through yearning glances and the quiet cadence of their shared breath. He gently cupped her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as if memorizing its shape. She leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips, her entire being alight with a tender, aching vulnerability. The space between them vanished as he drew her close, their embrace a silent language of longing and heartfelt surrender. In that suspended moment, nothing existed but the two of them, wrapped in the quiet poetry of a sultry afternoon's secret.
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