Hoshor Plains [m] when the lights go out and i'm all alone again

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Wren was a woman of impulse, of sensuality that knew no boundaries. A hurricane of a creature, with ivory that tugs at skin and a voice that shakes the earth. But for him, she is small, a flower that unfurls beneath his touch and a set of hips for nails to dig into.  Again and again; until he has nothing left to take from her, and she nothing else to give. 

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She is still as she presses against his flank, the salt of sweat and afterglow heavy on her tongue. She needs a bath, and that is what she decides she will do when they part ways. But for now, her face is buried in the scruff of his neck, lips parted as her breath begins to catch up to her.