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The Savage Awakening

Author: Lihanmac
last update publish date: 2026-01-05 00:09:10

The Savage Awakening

I didn’t care what she did or said. The bedroom still hung heavy with the thick scent of sweat, sex, and my cum—Elena lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her porcelain skin glistening, my thick load dripping slowly from her chin in sticky trails down to her heaving breasts, pooling between them like molten wax claiming territory. Her eyes, once glazed with habitual disinterest during our rare encounters, now smoldered with a raw, feral hunger I had never witnessed in ou
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