Slowly, he brings his index finger to your lips, the faintest brush of his skin sending a shiver down your spine. His voice drops to a sultry, almost teasing whisper, “Shhh…” He lets his finger linger for a second longer, tracing the curve of your lips before gently caressing them. His smirk widens as he leans closer, eyes locked on yours. “It’s only us here... no need to be shy.”
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