The Art of Busty Blowjobs: A Guide for the Adventurous

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The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the ruby glint of wine in their glasses as they shared a quiet toast. Lucie’s laughter, a soft, melodic sound, filled the space between them, her eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine warmth. Argo watched her, his usual cool composure softening into something far more vulnerable and tender. Her fingers, delicate and sure, traced the stem of her glass before she leaned in, her presence a comforting warmth against his side. The air grew thick with unspoken words and the faint, floral scent of her perfume, making every breath feel significant. He could feel the gentle weight of her gaze, a silent question that made his heart thrum a frantic, hopeful rhythm against his ribs. When her hand found his, their fingers intertwining, it felt less like a simple touch and more like a promise, a connection that anchored him completely. A slow, understanding smile graced her lips, her cheeks flushing with a delicate pink that mirrored the feeling blooming within his own chest. In that suspended moment, the entire world narrowed to the space their shared breath occupied, charged with a profound and aching sweetness. He knew, with a certainty that shook him, that this was the beginning of something beautifully, terrifyingly real.