Just Turned. Starring Iris Rose - A Hand Job Well Done

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The evening air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, clinging to our skin like a delicate promise. Her gaze, soft and unwavering, held mine as she slowly turned to face me, a silent question lingering in the twilight. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the line of my jaw with a touch as light as a moth’s wing, sending a cascade of warmth through my entire being. I could feel the frantic rhythm of my own heart answering the unspoken language of her hesitant smile. The world narrowed to this single, breathless moment, the space between us charged with a tender, aching electricity. Her hand found mine, our fingers intertwining in a perfect, desperate fit, as if we were two halves finally made whole. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to hold all the unspoken words of the evening, and she leaned her forehead against mine. In that shared silence, I felt a profound vulnerability, a beautiful surrender to the raw emotion flowing between us. Every gentle press of her skin against mine was a quiet revelation, a slow, building wave of pure, undiluted feeling. The universe seemed to hold its breath, honoring the sacred, shimmering truth we were creating with nothing but our tangled hands and beating hearts.