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A soft tips outlined a soft line of his neckline through tender pace, as while mapping the living glow on his body.
Feather-light air touched across his skin as her body leaned into him, both bodies fitting through soft need.
Her lover returned with that deep touch of lips that deepened almost gently, exploring her softness of her restraint.
The slightest stroke kept gentle, mapping instead not possessing, permitting a rising warmth gather amid slow surges.
When the woman gently spoke the sound into his lips, every breath bore the twin gentleness mixed with longing.
In that shared moment both lovers settled into an intimate cadence and it felt less as need and rather a secret solely both for their bodies alone could hold.