Backshot Booty: An Ebony Odyssey

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Stee,Lili

The fading sun cast long, amber shadows across the dusty floorboards, each mote of dust dancing in the warm, heavy air. His gaze was a physical warmth on her skin, a silent question that made her breath catch in her throat. She turned slowly, the world narrowing to the space between them, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. His hands found the gentle curve of her waist, his touch not a demand but a whispered promise, anchoring her in the swelling tide of feeling. A shiver traced its way down her spine as he leaned closer, his breath a soft caress against the nape of her neck, stirring the tiny hairs there. She let her head fall back against his solid chest, a silent surrender to the overwhelming tenderness she found in his strength. The scent of his skin, of warm spice and clean cotton, filled her senses, becoming the only truth she knew in that suspended moment. Every point of contact felt like a brand, sealing a vow words could never capture, a profound and aching connection. Tears, born of a joy too immense to contain, welled in her closed eyes, tracing a silent path down her flushed cheeks. In that perfect, breathless stillness, two souls quietly intertwined, forgetting everything but the exquisite language of their beating hearts.