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... , the women joined him - not waiting, not asking - just moving in rhythm, as if a song none of them could hear was guiding their limbs. Lips brushed against lips, hands caressed thighs, mouths found skin and whispered heat.
It was not frantic. It was not hurried.
It was ritual.
Lucy straddled him first, her eyes locked on his as she lowered herself onto him, her gasp caught by Sophie’s kiss. The heat of her body surrounded him, but her pace was slow, reverent. Around them ...
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