Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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The soft, salty breeze tangled with her dark hair, whipping it around her face in a playful dance, as if the very wind was her accomplice, teasing him, pulling him deeper into the game.
 
But it was the sight of her body in motion that truly captivated him, a rhythm so intoxicating it made his heart hammer against his ribs, a frantic pulse that matched the beat of her bare feet on the cool, damp sand.
 
With every long, graceful stride, her breasts, held aloft by the simple, dark fabric of her bra, performed a mesmerizing dance of their own. They were not just moving; they were bouncing with a life of their own, a soft, hypnotic jiggle that spoke of youth and vitality.
 
Each impact of her feet sent a tantalizing ripple through the supple flesh of her full breasts, a promise of their weight and warmth that he could almost feel in his own hands.
 
“I wonder how is she handling those breasts while running, they were jiggling with her steps” he thought, imagining the way they would spill over his palms, how the hard points of her nipples would press against his skin.
 
It was a maddening, beautiful distraction that made his pursuit feel less like a chase and more like a pilgrimage to a sacred, moving shrine.
 
Then his gaze dropped lower, to the magnificent spectacle of her butt.
 
The high-cut straps of her panties framed the full, perfect globes of her ass, leaving little to the imagination as she ran.
 
Her ass cheeks were a symphony of motion, clenching and releasing with each powerful push-off, flexing into firm, round mounds of muscle before softening into a plush, inviting jiggle.
 
They rolled and swayed with an erotic sway, a hypnotic pendulum that seemed to beckon him forward, promising a prize of unparalleled softness and heat. He could already feel his hands itching to close around that supple flesh, to pull her back against him and claim the very source of this captivating power.
 
She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes sparkled with a wicked, playful light.
 
“Getting tired, old man?” she called out, her voice a melodic taunt carried on the sea breeze. 

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