opened hands with a slight curve draped over the skin as fingers hang in the makings of prints pressed... can u feel it as the fine hairs force a sigh with the sway of a graze stroking the vicinity of the chests dangling breasts... as passions best craves the expressions about to follow what's being felt in trembles sending shock waves to the mind... whether it's being fucked hard or the grind slower than the breeze coming through the window its gonna be as eyes tell tales of the awakening within the pausing of passing time... feel me hover n touch me in the return of luv displayed as a gesture of worth wanting to get a lil closer than flush... listening to the room play with sound as vocals whisper in the hushed sense of emotion speaking up to confirm the the comfort to show self in a moment of trust...
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