African Porn
Steven Hard,Sasha,Kitty,Missy M
The tropical air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, clinging to our skin like a shared secret. Her eyes, dark pools of liquid obsidian, held mine with an unspoken question as her fingers, delicate and warm, traced the line of my jaw. A gentle breeze rustled the palm leaves, its whisper the only sound as I leaned closer, my breath catching at the subtle fragrance of coconut oil in her hair. The world narrowed to this single, suspended moment on the veranda, the distant ocean a rhythmic sigh against the shore. I felt the soft warmth of her shoulder beneath my tentative touch, a silent permission that made my heart hammer against my ribs. A slow, knowing smile graced her lips, and she leaned her forehead against mine, our shared breath creating a universe just for us. The silk of her dress whispered against my skin as she shifted, her hand coming to rest over the frantic pulse in my wrist, calming the storm within me. In that quiet exchange, I felt known, as if she could see every hidden corner of my soul laid bare under the moonlight. The longing was a tangible force, a deep, resonant ache to close the remaining space and become utterly lost in her. This was not a meeting, but a homecoming to a place I never knew existed.
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