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Devin Drills,Lucky The Head Doctor
The soft glow of the lamp cast long, dancing shadows across the rumpled sheets, a silent witness to their shared intimacy. His fingers, usually so clinical and precise, now traced the gentle curve of her spine with a reverent slowness that made her shiver. She arched into his touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she turned to face him, her eyes dark pools of unspoken longing. The world outside their quiet room ceased to exist, leaving only the sound of their synchronized breathing and the frantic beating of their hearts. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, sharing the same air in a moment of profound stillness. Her hands slid up his shoulders, feeling the solid strength there, a anchor in the swirling tide of her emotions. A whisper of a smile touched his mouth as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her damp temple, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that stole her breath. Every point of contact, from the press of his thigh against hers to the warmth of his palm on her lower back, felt like a brand, a beautiful, searing promise. In that suspended hour, they were not professionals, but simply two souls laid bare, discovering a new, breathtaking geography of each other. This was their own thrilling, amateur adventure, written not in words, but in the silent, desperate language of touch.
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