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TWO WEEKS & a Dozen of Eggs Part three
The dimly lit room filled with an air of intimacy, where the rhythmic sounds of the bed softly creaking accompanied Gale and Gerald's breathy exchange. Their whispers and laughter melted into the soundscape, punctuated by the soft smack and gentle motions that gradually intensified.
"Nice and slow," Gale murmured, her voice a sensual directive, guiding their movements. The tempo built steadily, each motion bringing a symphony of sounds: a mix of moans and soft cries until a final crescendo signaled a shared release. Gerald let out a deep groan, and everything settled into a serene quiet.
Breathing heavily, Gerald reclined, allowing the moment to linger, savoring the connection they'd created. Gale rose from the bed with a satisfied smile, stretching luxuriously before making her way toward the bathroom.
Gerald followed, his expression thoughtful as he considered the unspoken questions looming over them. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched her with a blend of admiration and uncertainty.
"So, with all this international travel," Gerald began, hesitating slightly, "what does that mean for us, you know our usual… time together?"
Gale met his gaze in the mirror as she gathered her thoughts, a playful yet serious glint in her eye. "It's up in the air right now," she admitted…
