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“His arm and head touching her, warm at their contact spots, she felt her body relax with the weight of his. His weight communicated an exquisite sexuality, oozing like food dye dropped into water, into her every cell. It curlicued its sensuality into her arm with delicate dips and spins, building momentum as it floated through to her core. Filling cell after cell, creating deep yearning in the cells still untouched. The sensation sprinted up her spine. Causing a reflexive twitch to jilt her back, arching it involuntarily forward.” — Monica Nelson
His arm and head touching her, warm at their contact spots, she felt her body relax with the weight of his. His weight communicated an exquisite sexuality, oozing like food dye dropped into water, into her every cell. It curlicued its sensuality into her arm with delicate dips and spins, building momentum as it floated through to her core. Filling cell after cell, creating deep yearning in the cells still untouched. The sensation sprinted up her spine. Causing a reflexive twitch to jilt her back, arching it involuntarily forward.