A Private Moment of Pleasure

Description

The tiles are cold against her skin, but the warmth of his touch is spreading. He leans in, his hand resting on her thigh. You feel the tension building. His eyes meet yours, a silent invitation. You respond, letting your fingers trace the curve of his shaft. This bathroom is now our sanctuary, a place where raw desire takes control.

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