The cavern’s cool air seemed to be electrified by their sensual chemistry—the tempest of carnal emotion that connected them existing as its own force of nature. The orange vibrancy of sunset dimmed to the celestial paleness of moonlight, while the stars adorning the black expanse of space shimmered above them in a visage honoring the divine beauty of the lovers below them.
The symphony created from their physical escapades echoed without restraint through the hollow grotto, the sensuous ecstasy they injected into one another only accomplished by their pairing. They were love and desire made flesh—no lovers before or after them matching the fervency in which they ravished one another. Their performance was made more spectacular by the intimate lagoon they immersed themselves in, fully taking advantage of the ethereal setting made more heavenly by their presence.
Exhausted, while euphoric, in the aftermath of their lovemaking, Valerie rested her glamorous head of golden locks on the Portugal Panther’s bare chest, which rose and fell steadily behind her as his arm wrapped affectionately around her supple waist, making her finitely endlessly secure and infinitely loved.
Letting their figures melt together into one intimate entity, she could feel his breath, warm and familiar, from behind her. It was effortless to forget there had even been a world outside the moments they shared together, each one perceived, by her, as a singular point in time detached from reality and existing only between the two of them.
Smiling as his words danced through the minimal space between them to fall upon her ears, she let her eyes marvel at the expanse of unearthly azure water beneath where in the air. “And what is that?” she purred, turning her head faintly to place a tender kiss on his powerful chest.
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