Flesh against Flesh: The Press of Passion

In the dim light, hands roam, seeking, claiming. A breast is cupped, Molded, and squeezed, the flesh yielding to the press. A gasp mixes with the sound of shuffling clothes, a silent plea for more. The air grows heavy with the scent of arousal, the press of bodies igniting a fire that threatens to consume them both.

• boob
• grope
• press

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