Sofia Lees Tantalizing Tits: A Breakfast Quickie

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The morning sun streamed into the kitchen, catching the delicate silk of her lingerie as she moved with a quiet, knowing grace. He stood near the doorway, a travel bag in his hand, his mind a frantic map of traffic and departure times. Her fingers, feather-light, traced a path down his arm, a silent question hanging in the air between them. He turned, his resolve melting as he met her gaze, his lips finding the sensitive curve of her neck in a slow, breathless kiss. A soft sigh escaped her as her head tilted back, her hands moving to cradle his face, pulling him closer into the moment. The world outside, with its pressing schedules and blaring horns, faded into a distant, unimportant hum. His hands settled on her waist, anchoring them both in the rising tide of a shared, urgent longing. Her eyes, dark and full of unspoken promises, held his, conveying a depth of feeling that words could never capture. In that suspended breath, the planned breakfast was utterly forgotten, replaced by a more profound, primal hunger. They moved together in a slow, desperate dance, a silent language of touch and breath that spoke volumes. This fleeting connection, stolen from the clutches of time, was a necessary anchor for the journey ahead.