His Dirty Little Secret
he groaned, thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that amplified the building pressure.
The steam wrapped around us like a cocoon, slicking our skin, breaths panting in the thick air, every sensation heightened, the slap of flesh, the wet sounds of our joining, his mouth latching onto a breast, sucking hard. "Come with me," I begged, nails raking down his back, clenching rhythmically until release hit hard, pulling his with mine—hot spurts filling me as we muffled cries in desperate kisses, bodies trembling in the haze.
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