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79. Skin on Fire
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2025-05-02 22:00:22Adrian gently laid Amelia down on the plush blanket he had spread out on the sand. The cool night air and distant sound of waves provided a sensual backdrop as he gazed upon her beauty in the moonlight. His dark eyes smoldered with barely restrained desire as they roamed over her curves, taking in every detail.
His hands slowly roamed her curves, caressing every inch of exposed skin as he undressed her piece by piece with aching tenderness. Amelia shivered under his touch, relishing the feel of his fingers igniting flames across her body. She arched into him, desperate for more.
"Adrian," she sighed, reaching for him.
Their lips met in a deep, hungry kiss that spoke volumes of their longing for one another. Tongues twined and danced as their passion grew hotter. Adrian
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