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[MartaJer]

A soft digits glided along the line of his collarbone using slow slowness, as though she were mapping his heat of the nape. Feather-light breath grazed along his nape while softly she pressed against him, joined frames matching in deep want. Softly he met her with that unhurried kiss which softened almost gradually, exploring the sweet softness of his lover’s stillness. Every contact stayed slow, mapping in place not taking, permitting that warmth swell in delicate currents. At last the woman at last spoke her lover’s call upon that open lips, that whisper bore both softness with desire. During that shared calm both lovers found a soft rhythm that felt far less like rush and instead to private truth only the pair of their hearts might guard. http://wtm.actualite...sage-explained/

[MartaJer]

Her fingers caressed the line over her lover’s skin by tender slowness, as if she were learning every heat on the nape.
Quiet air grazed against his skin while her body moved into him, both forms pressing into growing need.
Softly he responded with that deep embrace of mouths and it opened ever so gently, drinking every sweetness from that quiet waiting.
Every brush continued patient, mapping more than possessing, allowing the desire rise amid tender pulses.
The moment she slowly sighed her lover’s name over the kiss, her murmur carried the twin care and hunger.
Through the shared common pause the two reached their movement that became far less as need and far more truer like quiet promise merely the lovers for them alone could treasure.
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[MartaJer]

The woman fingers caressed his arc across his collarbone through careful pace, almost as softly savouring the living softness of bare nape.
Gentle breath touched along bare nape and then her body settled tightly, joined skin fitting amid quiet desire.
Softly he met her by that deep kiss a kiss that deepened almost without rush, discovering that tenderness from gentle calm.
Every caress stayed slow, learning rather than possessing, feeling shared tension grow through delicate currents.
As his lover at last murmured her lover’s sound upon that open kiss, that whisper contained both gentleness with longing.
Through a deep silent pause she and he settled into a soft cadence one that became less of need instead of closer to secret merely the two for them might guard.
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