The Girl with Silver Hair

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Gabriel reached for the wet strands of Liz's hair, gently tidying them without breaking eye contact. There was a tenderness in his touch that added to the tension in the air.

While Liz struggled to compose her racing heart, her mouth unexpectedly flooded with saliva, the cause of which eluded her.

Trapped in this intense moment, she fought to maintain her composure, even as the peculiar sensation in her chest intensified.

Trying to find words to navigate the sudden discomfort between them, she grappled with the unexpected surge of emotions.

However, the words that escaped her were quite different. "Yours is getting bigger, are you turned on?" she said, glancing at the bulge between Gabriel's thighsz

Gabriel laughed, joining in the light-hearted banter. "Yes. But…,"

His eyes followed Liz's soft form, and he couldn't help but appreciate the allure of her cleavage, accentuated by the delicate lace of her bra.