She stood in front of him, wearing a snug, red Christmas romper that hugged every curve perfectly. The holiday lights cast a warm glow around them, adding to the festive, intimate vibe. Her cheeks were already flushed as she glanced down, taking in the sight of him—muscular, broad-shouldered, and so well-endowed it made her breath catch. As he moved closer, she placed a gentle hand on his chest, looking up at him with a playful but cautious smile. “Be careful,” she whispered, her voice laced with both excitement and a bit of nervousness. He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he leaned in, his touch light but steady. She repeated it softly, almost as if reassuring herself, “Please… be careful,” feeling the press of him against her through the thin fabric of her romper. He took his time, his hands moving slowly, savoring every moment as he held back just enough to make sure she was comfortable, respecting her words while keeping the tension building. As he finally eased into her, her whispers of “careful” turned into gasps, each moment blending restraint with the thrill of pushing her limits, leaving them both wrapped in the warmth of the season and each other.
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