TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGO
I savoured the delicate brush of his lips against my longing flesh, feeling a surge of desire overtaking my senses. My breath quivered, escaping through parted lips, as he tenderly nibbled on my neck, unleashing an incandescent current that ignited every nerve in my body. Succumbing to the overwhelming sensations, I surrendered to the abyss of feeling, lost in the imprint of his touch as his fingers delicately encircled my throat, evoking a breathless moan that escaped into the night.
“Let yourself go. Go with it. Surrender to the pleasure, topolìno.” His voice. God! Heavenly! It possessed an utterly captivating depth, drawing me into its mesmerizing spell. The silkiness of his words gently grazed the scorching surface of my skin, offering a seductive embrace.
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