Tony lay on his bed. Sasha appeared in the doorway, her expression tentative but determined. She ste...Tony lay on his bed. Sasha appeared in the doorway, her expression tentative but determined. She stepped in without a word, her hands clasped around a bottle of Anal lube.Her cheeks were pink, her breath quickened as she approached his bed. Tony sat up, watching her silently. She leaned forward, resting her hand lightly on his arm. The look in her eyes was clear, vulnerable, and she didn’t need to say anything for him to understand. Sasha hesitated only briefly before closing the distance. She leaned in, her movements careful and deliberate. Her lips brushed his, a whisper of contact that sent warmth coursing between them.Tony responded slowly, his hand finding her waist, pulling her closer. What began tentatively grew more certain as their kisses deepened, the weight of the moment melting away hesitation. Fingers tangled in hair, breaths mingling, the world outside his room disappeared. Their passion was unhurried but electric, each kiss a silent conversation. Sasha’s touch lingered at his jawline, soft and searching, while Tony's hand settled at her lower back, steady and grounding. When they finally pulled apart, her lips were slightly swollen, her gaze flickering between his eyes and his mouth. The air between them was heavy with new possibilities. She smiled faintly, exhaling as she stepped back, leaving Tony alone with the undeniable shift in their dynamic.Read More
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