Wet Skin, Silent Invitation

Description

The steam hangs thick in the air, clinging to the dark marble. She sits perfectly still, a splash of pale skin against the glossy black. Her eyes are closed, a subtle invitation. You watch her, wanting to trace the curve of her spine. The silence is charged with anticipation. You reach for her, desperate for the warmth of her skin.

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