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The sun barely peeks through the curtains, yet my skin is already warm, flush with anticipation. A young, tattooed brunette hovers above me, his lithe, muscular body a stark contrast to my own. He's close, so close I can feel his breath on my lips. His eyes, piercing and hungry, drink me in, while his hand, decorated with swirling ink, explores my curves. His morning wood presses against me, eager and insistent, a silent plea for my attention.