Meet Cassandra, a woman of fiery hair and eyes that burn with unquenched desire, and Thomas, a man with hands that yearn to explore every inch of her. They’re not just sitting on the couch; they’re teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to plunge into the abyss of their shared lust.
Cassandra: (whispering, her breath hot on Thomas’ ear) I’ve been waiting all day for this, Thomas. I can feel your heart racing, matching mine. Tell me, what have you been thinking about?
Thomas: (smiling, his voice a low rumble) I’ve been imagining you, Cassandra. Naked, writhing, my name on your lips. I’ve been hard all day, just thinking about you.
Cassandra: (moaning softly) You’re making me wet, Thomas. I can feel it, soaking through my panties. I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me.
Thomas: (growling) Patience, Cassandra. I want to savor this. I want to taste you, feel you quiver under my touch. I want to make you come undone.
Cassandra: (gasping) Oh, Thomas. You’re killing me. I want you so bad. I want to feel you inside me.
Thomas: (chuckling) Soon, Cassandra. Soon. But first, let’s enjoy the anticipation. Let’s make this last.
Cassandra: (whimpering) You’re a cruel man, Thomas. But I love it. I love every torturous second of this.
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