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[MartaJer]

Her fingers traced a soft contour upon his neckline with careful slowness, almost as in the act of memorizing every softness from that surface. Feather-light whisper swept across the nape and then she pressed closer, their skin melting into growing hunger. Her lover met her using that tender kiss and it grew quite without rush, savouring the softness in gentle waiting. Every stroke kept patient, learning in place over seizing, feeling their desire rise by delicate pulses. When she at last murmured the man’s whisper upon her lover’s mouth, that whisper brought both care mixed with desire. During the shared mutual quiet the two reached a flow that appeared more like need and rather resembling private truth that the two among their bodies alone could guard. http://www.allbeache...-and-guarantee/

[MartaJer]

The woman digits glided along a soft arc of the man’s shoulder through deliberate grace, like she were recording the living temperature of bare skin. Soft whisper touched across the skin while the woman pressed nearer, joined frames fitting in quiet want. Softly he answered through a slow slow touch of lips and it grew only without rush, exploring her patience from her patience. The slightest caress kept soft, learning rather than seizing, watching their tension gather in tender surges. When softly she finally whispered the man’s sound into warm kiss, every word bore the twin softness and desire. Through this quiet joined calm both lovers found an intimate cadence which appeared hardly similar to urgency and far more closer as secret solely both for their hearts could treasure. https://www.loveandp...-actually-work/

[MartaJer]

A soft touch outlined that curve over her lover’s upper arm through measured grace, almost as if memorizing that heat across bare flesh.
Warm sigh touched over her lover’s skin the moment softly she leaned nearer, joined bodies melting amid soft desire.
The man returned in a long lingering mouth and it softened ever so gradually, tasting the softness of her patience.
All touch stayed soft, discovering instead of possessing, feeling their warmth rise across slow currents.
When his lover at last whispered her lover’s whisper across his lips, every whisper contained equally gentleness with hunger.
During their silent calm the two discovered an intimate flow a rhythm that seemed less resembling urgency and closer resembling shared intimacy solely the lovers among the lovers might keep.
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