[Peony lets Mira's dress fall to the floor, pooling at their feet as he lets both of his hands roam across Mira's body, wanting to feel every dip and crevice of her. fingers slip past her bra and gently caress her nipple, touch still featherlight and soft]
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[Peony lets Mira's dress fall to the floor, pooling at their feet as he lets both of his hands roam across Mira's body, wanting to feel every dip and crevice of her. fingers slip past her bra and gently caress her nipple, touch still featherlight and soft]
Let me worship every part of you.