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Their bodies move as one.

Carol hips meeting each of Daryl´s thrusts.

She´s arching in his touch.

Their breath mingling.

Their sweat mingling.

His mouth, swallowing her moans.

Their tongues dancing, tasting.

Her arms and legs locked around him, urging him nearer.

Impossible to say where she ends and he begins.

Their fingers intertwined and their gazes locked.

Completely lost in each other.

Her body welcoming his.

Her soul welcoming his.

Two bodies, soulmates.

A dance, as old as mankind.

New to them.

They never experimented kindness. Acceptance. Tenderness. Love.

Until they found each other.