Ich ging zum haus meines ex-freundes und gab ihm meine leidenschaftliche muschi aus und er fing an, mich non-stop zu ficken

They swayed together, slow and unhurried, as if the world had stopped moving just for them. The air between them was warm, filled with the quiet rhythm of trust and love. He lifted her hand and kissed it softly — a kiss that said everything words couldn't. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees. Inside, two souls found peace in each other's closeness — a moment too perfect to be broken. When the music faded, they stayed close, resting their foreheads together, eyes closed, smiling. Riya whispered, “Promise me, no matter where life takes us, you'll always come back to nights like this.” He nodded, his voice low and certain. “Always.” And as the candles flickered and the moonlight wrapped them in its quiet glow, it felt like love itself had chosen that night to stay.