Dis Diger
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across his office, painting the world in hues of amber and dust. Katty stood by the window, the light catching the delicate sheen of her white pantyhose, a silent testament to the secret they were about to share. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the forbidden thrill that crackled in the air between them. As he stepped closer, his hand found the small of her back, a touch that sent a visible shiver through her frame. She turned, her eyes meeting his with a look of such raw vulnerability and wanting that it stole his breath. Their kiss was not gentle, but a desperate, hungry conversation of lips and shared breath. Every rustle of her clothing, every soft gasp that escaped her lips, was a symphony in the quiet room. He felt her surrender not as a defeat, but as a profound gift, her body arching against his in a wordless plea. The world outside, with its deadlines and rules, dissolved into a distant, meaningless hum. In the breathless, trembling stillness that followed, they clung to each other, two souls adrift in the beautiful, terrifying aftermath of their shared transgression.
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