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Ethan watched Cynthia from across the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed on her as she reclined gracefully on the plush sofa, her legs languidly sprawled open.
The soft glow from the light bulb danced on her skin, highlighting the curves of her form.
She convulsed intermittently, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the intense pleasure that had engulfed her moments before.
Her chest rose and fell in sync with the rhythm of her breath, while strands of her tousled hair framed her flushed face.
Traces of Ethan's warmth lingered on her skin, a silent testimony to the passion they had shared.
The sight stirred a primal urge within Ethan, tempting him to indulge in another round of passion.
However, he restrained himself, knowing that pushing Cynthia further might render her unable to walk properly the next day.
With a conflicted sigh, he resolved to savor the memory of their intense encounter.