Sweetieluna
The moon cast a silvery glow through the window, painting your sleeping form in a palette of dreams and shadows. My own mind was adrift in a hazy fantasy, a secret longing for a touch that felt both forbidden and divine. I whispered my desire into the quiet night, a breathless confession of how I imagined your worship. Then, as if summoned by my very thoughts, I felt the warmth of your presence, the gentle pressure of your hands on my skin, turning me in the moonlight. A soft sigh escaped my lips as your head dipped, and the first intimate caress began, a sensation so electrifying it shattered the last remnants of my dream. My eyes fluttered open to the incredible reality of you, your devotion making my entire body tremble with a profound and aching pleasure. A soft moan was my only plea, a silent prayer for you to continue this beautiful, waking reality. Every nerve ending sang a hymn of pure, unadulterated ecstasy under the tender exploration of your affection. This was no longer a lonely midnight fantasy, but a shared journey into a realm of exquisite sensation. I surrendered completely, lost in the feeling of being so utterly cherished and known, my heart pounding in a rhythm that matched the intensity of the moment. In that sacred space, we were the only two people in the world, bound by a silent language of touch and overwhelming emotion.
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