The stage lights burn bright, yet all I crave is the warmth of your pulse beneath my lips, my darling.
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The stage lights burn bright, yet all I crave is the warmth of your pulse beneath my lips, my darling.
Even with this spark of magic, darling, I know you crave the bite more.
I tore open my shirt like a beast from the shadows — but what lies beneath? Only in the chat does the full temptation unfold, darling.