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As he poured coffee, she walked into her own bedroom (she’d been in the guest room so they could have the bigger bed), and found his girlfriend there, smiling. She peeled off clothes and crawled into bed. The kissing, the touching, the tasting, the so many things. She eventually noticed him standing in the door, watching, but by now she and his girlfriend were in a 69 and she tasted him from last night and god damn she either needed more fingers in her pussy, or his cock. By the time she thought to ask, there it was, in her face, entering his girlfriend again. More waiting. She was on fire either waiting for his cock. Any moment now she would ask for it, any moment, but right now she was watching it, fuck was that hot. Any moment she would ask for the same.

Live Show..👇

Skin to skin cuddling on quiet nights, your warmth pressed against mine like we’re made to fit… fingers tracing patterns on backs, soft whispers in the dark, breathing in sync until sleep takes us both. I want holding hands, not just in public, but all the little moments… walking to the car, sitting side by side, reaching for each other like it’s second nature, like letting go isn’t an option.

I want showers together… not always steamy and passionate, but gentle… washing each other’s hair, laughing as the water splashes in our faces, taking turns under the stream, moments that turn the mundane into intimacy. I want your hand on my thigh during car rides, a quiet, possessive gesture that says, “I’m here… and I’m not going anywhere.” I want those fleeting glances while the world passes by, your fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin as we drive toward nowhere, toward everywhere.

I want smiling in between kisses, that soft, giddy kind of love where lips curve because being this close feels too good not to smile. I want to sit next to you at food dates, not across, not apart… next to you, close enough to share bites, to lean into your shoulder, to feel you beside me while we talk about everything and nothing.

I want us to pray together… to hold hands and bow our heads, to lift each other up in faith, to be each other’s answered prayer. I want us to travel together, new cities and old streets, hands intertwined across continents, making memories that only we’ll understand. I want us to see the world together and still always feel like home is wherever you are.

I want playful fights… tickling, wrestling for the last piece of chocolate, teasing each other in ways no one else gets. I want constant laughter… belly laughs, snorts, tears from laughing too hard, the kind of joy that bubbles up just because we’re together. I want shared goofiness, silly dances in the kitchen, off-key singing in the car, inside jokes that only we’ll ever understand.

I don’t just want love… I want friendship, comfort, passion, faith, laughter, peace… all wrapped up in you. I want a love that feels like a safe place and an adventure all at once. A love that holds me close but never holds me back. A love that’s gentle, but deep. Soft, but unshakable.