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Tiny Slave Girl
Latin Waifu Doll
The humid evening air clung to our skin like a second secret as she moved, a slow, hypnotic sway to a rhythm only she could hear. Her dark eyes held mine, a smoldering promise that made my breath catch in my throat. A whisper of a smile played on her full lips, a silent invitation that sent a tremor through my entire being. She closed the small distance between us, the warmth of her body a tangible force field I longed to cross. Her fingers, light as a sigh, traced a path from my wrist to my elbow, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and her subtle perfume wrapped around us, an intoxicating cloud of anticipation. I could feel the steady, strong beat of her heart as she leaned closer, her breath a soft, warm caress against my neck. In that suspended moment, the world narrowed to the space our bodies almost shared, charged with unspoken yearning. Every fiber of my being ached to bridge that final, exquisite gap, to feel her surrender into the embrace I offered. This was a slow, delicious torment, a prelude to a symphony of feeling we were both desperate to begin.
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