With shaky hands I unbuttoned her blouse, letting the silky fabric fall to the floor. Her breasts were far more beautiful than anything my imagination could have ever fabricated.

Kissing each one, I could feel her chest rise and fall beneath my lips. I watched her remove her pants, so painfully slowly that my hands ached to reach over and tug them off a little faster.

She lay down in front of me and smiled. Her smile could light up an entire city, I swear. As I slid inside of her, I couldn’t help but think, “this is what it means to feel whole”.

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