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AngelNovinhaReal,Branco
The moon cast long, silver shadows across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the quiet intimacy of the room. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along the curve of her shoulder, a silent question in the hushed darkness. She leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a universe of unspoken promises. The air itself seemed to thicken, charged with a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer night. He lowered his head, his breath a ghost of a caress against her neck, feeling the frantic rhythm of her pulse answer his own. A gentle, knowing smile played on her lips as her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer into a world that belonged only to them. Every glance was a confession, every slight shift of their bodies a whispered secret shared in the stillness. The world outside this sanctuary ceased to exist, its noises fading into a distant, irrelevant hum. In that suspended moment, there was only the profound language of shared breath and the thrilling surrender to a deepening connection. This was a delicious, private surprise, a slow-burning fire built from glances and tender explorations.
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