In the soft glow of candlelight they dance,
Called as enchantresses of romance.
Their graceful steps, a mesmerizing sight,
Captivating hearts throughout the night.
With elegance, they weave their subtle art,
Each movement a seductive work of heart.
Their laughter, like music, fills the air,
Drawing admirers with a beguiling flair.
In silk and lace, they adorn their form,
A vision of beauty, amidst the storm.
But behind the facade, a soul does dwell,
With tales to tell, they know it well.
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Her whole body was trembling, her gaze pinned at the rising sun as her nails dug into the concrete. Trying her best to keep herself standing even with the overpowering pleasure, Raavi had Aelius thrusting in and out with force and speed from behind her. He was taking without inhibitions
