I envision a woman with a gentle heart. Her love languages are physical touch and acts of service. Upon entering her presence, her unwavering attention is solely on me. Her hands eagerly explore, and her lips release the most delicate moans. While she seeks to please me, my ultimate satisfaction lies in satisfying her. We find ourselves ensnared in a cycle, losing ourselves in each other's embrace. Our bodies perspire and tremble with the ecstasy of passion. Neither of us rushes; time seems suspended as our bodies float in a state of euphoria. The alluring scent and sweet whispers I wish to cherish, as if we were destined soul mates. Tension mounts to unprecedented heights, culminating in quivering bodies, flowing essences, and a symphony of moans and whispers that fill the room. Relaxation and contentment linger in the air. In her presence, it feels as though no one else inhabits this world. After a fleeting moment, we bid our farewells with a smile, a tender kiss, and the promise of "I'll see you again." As I return to reality, I do so with a sense of peace. She has blurred the boundaries between reality and fantasy, and for sixty minutes, I was captivated by your embrace.
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