“Lose the sweater.” She said as she distanced from you—a million steps away from your sacred rays.
She held your eyes with a vice grip filled with sweet venom. She flicked her shirt off and unlatched her bra from behind. She dressed out of her tight skirt and wet underwear.
You lost the sweater and the black shirt that hugged your muscles. You dislodged your pants and your hard arousal stood. You watched her lips quivered and breathed out.
She finally soared her tears out of her quiet eyes and released a sad smile. Your lungs trembled as you let out a shaking breath.
A final was met.
It did not feel right.
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