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The rain began to fall just as she slipped through my door, a whispered secret against the quiet hum of the evening. Her husband was miles away, a distant thought as her coat fell to the floor, revealing the gentle, unbound sway of her form beneath a simple silk dress. She stepped into my arms, her body trembling not from the chill, but from a potent mix of anticipation and daring. I lowered myself to my knees, a supplicant before a sacred altar, my gaze holding hers as I saw the raw need blazing in her eyes. My hands found the soft skin of her thighs, a delicate prelude to the intimacy that followed. I leaned in, my devotion absolute, and began a tender, unhurried exploration with my lips and tongue. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp that soon melted into a low, pleading moan as her fingers tangled desperately in my hair. The world outside the window blurred into nothing, leaving only the taste of her passion and the sound of her escalating sighs. I felt her body tighten, a coiled spring of sensation, as I worshipped her with a focused, loving intensity. A final, shuddering wave crashed over her, and she cried out, a sharp, breathless release of my name that echoed through the silent, waiting house.
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