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I could not take it anymore. The heat between my legs had become unbearable, a steady throb that matched the frantic beat of my heart. My shorts were drenched, the cotton clinging to every swollen fold, my clit pulsing angrily against the soaked fabric. Every video pushed me closer to the edge, but the barrier of clothing only made the ache sharper, more desperate. I needed more. I needed direct touch. I needed release.

he asked, voice low and rough. “Yes..god, oh yes.” Chris moaned. Lube was retrieved from the nightstand in record time. Ryan slicked his fingers generously and pushed two inside Chris at once, scissoring them deep. Chris moaned, pushing back. The stretch burned so good, Ryan’s fingers curling relentlessly against his prostate. A third finger joined quickly, pumping hard and fast, the wet squelch echoing with every thrust. “Ryan… oh shit, I’m feel so full. Ohh god… you're so fucking good” Chris panted, forehead pressed to the wall, hips rocking desperately.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.