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Bernie traced Kiere’s spine with slow fingers, feeling heat rise under each touch. Kiere arched, pressing their bodies closer, hips rolling with quiet insistence. Their hands wandered—teasing, stroking—thumb circling hard nipples, palms gliding over the slick lines of each other’s waist. Each exhale turned rough. Kiere’s breath hit Bernie’s throat. Slick heat spread as thighs parted, eager fingers slipping inside folds already wet. Circles tightened. Depth increased. Bernie moaned through bitten lips, legs wrapping tight. They reached a fever pitch, bodies trembling, fingers slick and relentless until the dam finally broke and pleasure surged through them both.