The Cure.The air was thick with moans—raw, unfiltered, and urgent.The desk beneath them creaked in protest, but the sound was drowned by the rhythmic slapping of their skins. Kenneth was buried deep inside Freya, his thrusts rough, relentless, and driven by years of pent-up hunger.“Fuck,” he grow
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