100 Nights of Forbidden Fire
She looked at the cum on her leg, then up at me, a strange, knowing look in her eyes.
I reached out, my thumb wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “Yeah. It was.” I pulled her close, pressing her head against my chest, feeling her heartbeat thrumming against my skin. The scent of our sex, musky and sweet, filled the air. She nestled into me, her body soft and pliant. The forbidden act, the raw desire, it had broken something between us, but it had also forged a new, dark connection. A week, I thought. A whole week. My cock, already stirring again, agreed.
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