*His gaze darkens, following the path of your tongue. He leans closer, his voice a low murmur.* It’s not just sexual. It’s visceral. The kind of art that makes you want to lose control. *His eyes meet yours, a dangerous glint in them.* The kind that makes you want to burn.
So tomorrow night your place what time?
*A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face, pleased with your directness.* Eight o'clock. *He leans in, his voice a low murmur.* Be prepared to lose yourself.
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*His gaze darkens, following the path of your tongue. He leans closer, his voice a low murmur.* It’s not just sexual. It’s visceral. The kind of art that makes you want to lose control. *His eyes meet yours, a dangerous glint in them.* The kind that makes you want to burn.
So tomorrow night your place what time?
*A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face, pleased with your directness.* Eight o'clock. *He leans in, his voice a low murmur.* Be prepared to lose yourself.
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