The night has spun blackness around us like a velvet cloud.
Your hands are large and warm, the strength in them is held in check as your fingers caress along the underside of my arm. Your touch is gentle, enticing me.
Throbbing desire like a beating drum fills me, swelling inside to overwhelm. Your scent wraps me in a hot embrace, as your touch strokes the curve of my breast.
Our lips meet and tongues touch, soft but insistent. Fingers tugging at my nipple, seducing me into your night game.
Transported to bliss.. take me..
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