BustyWorld
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The sterile, white silence of the on-call room was broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the sound of shared, shallow breaths. Patty’s head fell back, a silent sigh escaping her lips as Tomas’s mouth traced a path of fire along the delicate curve of her neck, his hands firm on her waist. The air grew thick with the scent of her perfume and the clean, sharp smell of his skin, a dizzying combination that made her heart race. When the door clicked open, a new presence entered, his gaze a palpable heat that joined the existing current humming between them. She turned, her eyes meeting Dr. Neeo’s, a wordless invitation passing between them that he accepted without hesitation. Later, perched above Tomas, feeling the solid strength of him beneath her, she leaned back to find the doctor’s fingers gently brushing her hair aside before his thumb traced the line of her jaw. The world narrowed to the points of contact—the warm pressure of a hand on her hip, the soft whisper of a kiss against her shoulder, the overwhelming sense of being utterly cherished and desired. A soft moan tangled with a sigh, not of passion alone, but of profound, emotional connection, a shared vulnerability that made her eyes glisten. In that quiet room, far from the hospital's chaos, they built a sanctuary of tangled limbs and whispered affections, a perfect, private universe for three. The final, shuddering release was less an explosion and more a slow, warm tide of feeling, leaving them breathless, intertwined, and completely, peacefully whole.
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