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In the throes of passion, we don't notice the door open. Caught in the act, we freeze, but the voyeur doesn't stop us. Instead, they join in, their presence adding fuel to our fire. We scissor, our clits rubbing against each other, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. Fingers delve deep, exploring, stretching, as we moan and pant, lost in our raw, animalistic lust. The room fills with our cries, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the scent of our combined arousal.