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She moaned softly deep in her sleep. She lay, soft yet sleekly in his long limbs, the scent of her hair like rain in his nostrils. He inhaled her mystery; he did not know her well. Yet his protective response to her tormented heart was to take her into his arms, sleep closely around her, tuck her against his belly.
His hand brushed briefly against her warm breasts. Small they were, yet perfectly round. One nipple, hardened against his palm, stopped his casual search. How succulent, how inviting was this nipple, like an eraser tip, dewy yet yielding. He felt his cock harden against her silky, curving ass. She moaned once more as his hand teased her nipple, both nipples, now...
Warm, in her scent, he let her sleep.