Soft Moans, Hard Desires

In the dimly lit room, she lies, her body betraying her, arching towards him. He hovers, his breath hot on her neck, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She gasps, "Shh... They'll hear," but her voice is a velvet invitation. His lips find hers, silencing her, as his hand slides down, cupping her warmth. She shivers, her moans soft, barely audible, yet they fuel his desire. He teases her, his touch feather-light, making her squirm. She bites her lip, tasting her own salty sweat, her eyes fluttering closed as he brings her closer to the edge.

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