Cherry dream
The city lights blurred into a river of gold beyond the fogged glass of our secluded overlook. She turned to me, her eyes holding a universe of unspoken promises, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned across the console. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of my jaw before her warm breath ghosted across my skin. I felt the world narrow to the intimate space of the car, the hum of the distant city a forgotten melody. The gentle weight of her presence was an anchor, pulling me deeper into the moment as she moved closer with deliberate grace. Every shift of her body was a silent language of devotion, a tender offering that made my heart hammer against my ribs. A profound vulnerability washed over me, laying my soul bare to her patient, exploring touch. The air grew thick with the scent of her perfume and our shared, shaky breaths, a sacred incense in our private sanctuary. I surrendered completely, lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation and deep, abiding affection. In that suspended moment, we were the only two people alive, wrapped in a cocoon of whispered sighs and radiant warmth.
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