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She’s his age, but looks slightly older. Her curly hair does not touch the shoulders. Her face contour is covered by the rebel strands of her wavy hair and on her profile it is only the angle of her jaw that is visible, but not much more of her physiognomy. :) She lifts her arm and the tip of her fingers touch the top of her head and then she reaches further to touch Tae’s cheek. He’s kissing her hair, standing behind, his hands resting on her slightly bony upper hips. She does not look very skinny, though. She is young and beautiful.
Modern chiaroscuro.
In laced dark lingerie, with her pretty curves and her slim arms of a beautiful model, she had Tae drawn to sweetly embrace her, needy to feel her skin and body, to breathe her scent. Tae’s hands are sliding ever so slowly touching her, reaching upward until the pattern on the lacy band of her bra is stretching over the back of his hands. He briefly glances at the embroidery that appears now like a tattoo on his skin before closing his eyes and goes about nuzzling at her nape, unrushed. His large hands almost cover her tiny back. The touch sends her warm shivers all over. He is kissing her shoulders and her fingers brush through his hair, her small hand resting on his head, feeling its heaviness, not directing, but instead following its motion. The sound of his faint breathing is melting her brain, her thoughts are transforming into auras of flowers sketches, streaming like fairy tale breeze over the dreamy world that she was placed in since the very moment the connection ensued. She moves her arms to her back and quietly unhooks the lace. But she’s not rushing from there - the bra is still in place. She slowly moves her hands towards her shoulders and Tae knows and, in a synchronized choreography, he advances his hands over her ribs. His hands are covering her from under the lacy garment.
She tips off the bra.
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