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- 2025年11月22日
That golden, weightless glow settles over you like warm silk. Your skin hums, every nerve still singing softly from the rush. Limbs heavy yet floating, you sink into the sheets with a lazy smile you can’t wipe away. Heartbeat slowing to a satisfied thrum, breath deep and easy. The world feels quieter, kinder; colors richer, air sweeter. A delicious ache lingers in all the right places, proof of pleasure shared and surrendered. You’re wrapped in the hush of two bodies that just spoke the oldest, truest language. Nothing needs fixing, nothing needs saying. You are perfectly, gloriously spent—and utterly, radiantly alive.
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