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Negro Top Oficial,Fernanda Chocolatte
The firelight painted their skin in hues of amber and gold, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. He traced the delicate curve of her shoulder with a piece of dark chocolate, his touch a whisper against her skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the rich, bittersweet flavor bloomed on her tongue, a perfect mirror to the yearning in her chest. His eyes, dark and intense, held hers, speaking a language more profound than words could ever convey. She leaned into his solid warmth, her back against his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers, now bare and warm, gently kneaded the tension from her neck, each stroke a promise of devotion. The scent of cocoa and the faint, clean smell of his skin wove an intoxicating spell around them. He pressed a tender kiss just below her ear, a gesture so intimate it made her breath catch in her throat. In that suspended moment, every careful touch was a confession, a silent vow of trust and deep, abiding affection. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only this sacred, shared space of sensation and emotion.
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