slides his finger across the uneven rise and fall of her breasts slowly, a whisper of invisible letters that only he can see, but she must certainly feel -- M I N E

a gradual arch of her back paired with scattered goosebumps on every inch of her body ——- such a minimal touch, and she’s utterly feeble with it. his silent declaration echo’s with every fiber of their being; unconditional devotion always mixing in the air with their immortal lust. ❛ – you drive me so crazy, ❜ she mutters.
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