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I’m wound tight with desire, lips soft, hips slow, every glance promising what I’m deliberately postponing while the shopping still waits.
A man close enough to sense that restraint—seeing it, feeling it, knowing he’s being tested by it—would find the tension impossible to ignore.
A man close enough to sense that restraint—seeing it, feeling it, knowing he’s being tested by it—would find the tension impossible to ignore.
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