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Desire
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2026-04-24 19:50:00Levi
Her body feels like fire beneath my hands, every curve, every soft shiver, every gasp consuming me. I can’t stop touching her, memorizing her, tasting her - she’s every inch of my obsession made flesh. Her lips part again, trembling, and I don’t hesitate. I kiss her hard, urgent, letting my tongue trace hers as she moans softly, helpless against me.
I lift her fully, pressing her back against the headboard, letting her legs wrap instinctively
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