AngelaMilf
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the rumpled sheets where she had been moments before. A sudden, restless energy had coursed through her, a flush of heat rising from her core to paint her cheeks a delicate pink. Her breath had hitched, a soft sound swallowed by the quiet room, as her fingers traced frantic, secret patterns against her own feverish skin. For a handful of heartbeats, the world narrowed to the dizzying rhythm of her own pulse, a tempting whisper promising release. A deep, shuddering sigh escaped her lips, her body arching slightly as she chased a fleeting, phantom sensation. Then, reality crashed back in with the cold clarity of a forgotten obligation. The warmth fled her skin, replaced by a sudden, startling chill of responsibility. She drew a sharp, steadying breath, pulling her hand back as if from a flame. Pushing herself from the bed, she smoothed her clothes with trembling hands, the lingering echo of temptation a secret blush she carried with her as she hurried out the door.
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