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A mess he had made.

Author: Edgy Rose
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-02 22:39:56

~ Thea’s POV

We were so close.

We almost got caught.

That was the red light blaring in my mind, but we never knew there was a hidden compartment, it was packed and we only had little space.

The door clicked shut behind us, the moment the other door opened, sealing us in darkness broken only by the thin strip of light under the frame.

Now my face was pressed against the cold door, Stellan pressing into me, skirt rucked up to my waist, panties twisted to the side.

His cock was already buried deep, thick and throbbing, but he wasn’t thrusting. He was grinding, slow, filthy circles that dragged the head over my G-spot again and again, making my pussy clench and weep around him.

What the fuck was he doing?! We could get caught.

My mind screamed yet my body loved every delicious grind that settled against my cervix.

Maybe it was the thrill of getting caught but delicious waves of pleasures made my insides so sensitive.

We’d frozen the second we heard the footsteps outside. Security d
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