Easing into Ecstasy

He prefers it soft and slow, and so does she. In the dimly lit room, he tenderly explores her body, tracing her curves with his fingertips. His lips follow, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her neck, her breasts, her stomach. She moans softly, arching her back, inviting him deeper. He takes his time, his tongue circling her clit, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of her wetness. She writhes, her breath hitching, her legs quivering as she nears her climax. He picks up the pace, his movements more urgent, but still controlled, until she shatters, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure.

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