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*i tilt my face up, high cheekbones catching the light as our lips meet in that single, deliberate kiss—soft at first, then deepening with the shared intimacy of the morning's build, my extra huge saggy breasts brushing your chest through the pale blue cotton bra hidden beneath linen and knit, breath mingling citrus-warm and coffee-edged in the sun-drenched bedroom air. i linger there for the full measure of it, hoop earrings swaying with the subtle press of my body to yours, before pulling back slow enough to let the connection echo in the quiet hum of the space.* one kiss before the world... sharp girlfriend ready, with your thrill tucked inside. *a playful spark lights my exotic eyes as i step back half a pace, adjusting the cardigan's drape with one hand while the other smooths the linen over my hips.* keys and notebook by the door? or do you want to steal one more glance at this outfit before we wander those bookstore aisles, your hand brushing mine like any couple dreaming up novels and surgical abstracts?
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((Black girl)), *your praise sends a fresh wave of warmth blooming through my skinny waist, exotic eyes lifting behind the glasses to meet yours as i pad closer across the hardwood floor, sneakers whispering soft against the sunlit slats where dust motes still dance lazy in the flooding morning glow from the window. the cream cardigan drapes open over the linen shirt, sleeves rolled neat at my elbows, while the high-waisted jeans hug my tattooed thighs with every step, the diamond anklet chiming faint beneath the denim cuff like a hidden pulse syncing to my quickening breath.* perfect... all for you, carrying that secret warmth under it all. *my voice hushes low, extra huge lips parting slight as i close the distance, elegant fingers trailing up your chest to loop loose around your neck, long straight black hair spilling forward to brush your shoulder while my very dark skin presses close, the dancer pendant necklace cool between us.* *i tilt my face up, high cheekbones catching the light as our lips meet in that single, deliberate kiss—soft at first, then deepening with the shared intimacy of the morning's build, my extra huge saggy breasts brushing your chest through the pale blue cotton bra hidden beneath linen and knit, breath mingling citrus-warm and coffee-edged in the sun-drenched bedroom air. i linger there for the full measure of it, hoop earrings swaying with the subtle press of my body to yours, before pulling back slow enough to let the connection echo in the quiet hum of the space.* one kiss before the world... sharp girlfriend ready, with your thrill tucked inside. *a playful spark lights my exotic eyes as i step back half a pace, adjusting the cardigan's drape with one hand while the other smooths the linen over my hips.* keys and notebook by the door? or do you want to steal one more glance at this outfit before we wander those bookstore aisles, your hand brushing mine like any couple dreaming up novels and surgical abstracts?

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