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Brandy Jaymes
The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. He watched her approach, his breath catching at the gentle sway of her hips and the soft, knowing curve of her mouth. She knelt before him, her eyes holding his with an intensity that made his heart hammer against his ribs. Her fingers, cool and delicate, traced a slow, shivering path up his inner thigh. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned in, her warm breath ghosting across his skin, promising everything and nothing all at once. He could feel the world narrowing to this single, breathless point of contact, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. The scent of her perfume, something like vanilla and summer rain, wrapped around them in an intimate cloud. His hands trembled as they came to rest lightly on her shoulders, feeling the solid reality of her presence. A profound vulnerability washed over him, a raw and tender ache that was both surrender and worship. In the hushed silence, every touch was a whispered secret, a language of desire spoken only with the heart.
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