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It was late afternoon. Ro had been surrounding me since early on, his gaze saying more than any word ever could. He longed to offer me pleasure, with tenderness and intention, to lose himself in the taste of my essence, like someone chasing a secret. My feet moved over him, light and teasing, and when our desires met—unrushed, time began to slow… and the whole world seemed to fit right there, between us.