Exotic Her Hands, His Phone

In the dimly lit room, Ai's dark eyes meet her lover's, a silent invitation passing between them. She traces patterns on his phone screen, her touch tantalizingly slow. He watches, entranced, as her fingers dance, his own hand itching to replace hers. When the phone slips from her grasp, he reaches for it, but she's quicker, guiding his hand higher, her breath hitching as he grazes her heat through her thin skirt.

• thailan
• mianma

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