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⠀⠀⠀yeah .ᐣ but this supposed to feel nice——not a moment to reminiscing the past. ﹙ deeply inhaled as comb moved trough locks, carefully undoing tangles. ﹚
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... mm.
❪ frozen figure sitting on the floor、back facing her ── guard down、 vulnerable. head barely shifting with each tug、 remaining composed. ❫
this is nothing. i've endured worse.
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⠀⠀⠀﹙ motion reciprocated, lashes fluttering beneath sensation. body pressed more into his, erasing proximity at fullest. hand slipping to cradle nape as ensuring the closeness between them when tongues danced in feverish way. ﹚
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❪ kiss was easily accepted、tongues dancing with fervor. hands roamed urgently over smaller frame、 seeking closure ── wanting to drown in sensation. ❫
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⠀⠀⠀﹙ comb in palm as ink locks fallen through digits that held them——running wooden brush along knots, getting stuck on particularly stubborn plica. ﹚ @c_ruor , tell me if I tug too much, hm .ᐣ
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⠀⠀⠀﹙ humming between kisses. leaning more into other frame. ﹚ and .ᐣ ﹙ corner lifted, smirk forming as hands slipped down his arms to grip biceps through layers. ﹚
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❪ hesitant allowance ── hands coming to waist、 merging bodies into one. heat radiated through clothes、 curves mingling beneath fabric. ❫
kafka... i don't think this is about testing lipsticks anymore.
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⠀⠀⠀﹙ stains smudged now, lips pressed tightly to skin's surface, dragging own brims towards his——proximity erased, allowance to merge was granted. ﹚
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