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Her parents' house creaks and groans, echoing the restraint you both exercise as you entwine on her twin bed. She's confident, bossy even, as she guides your hands to her curves, her breath ragged in your ear. "Touch me," she commands, grinding against you. You comply, your fingers exploring her wetness, her heat. She pushes you onto your back, straddling you, her eyes never leaving yours as she sinks down, taking you in. She rides you slowly, her body tensing as she fights to stay quiet. The old house seems to hold its breath with you, as you both teeter on the edge, chasing release, desperate to maintain control, yet yearning for the forbidden thrill of being caught.