Whimpers in the dark: No escape without a moan

Under the cloak of night, she seeks solace in the shadows, her body aching for release. No words spoken, only the soft rustle of fabric as she undresses, her breath hitching with each touch. Her fingers dance over her slick folds, coaxing moans from her lips, but she bites them back, not wanting to alert anyone to her secret tryst. The dark is her lover, and she, its willing participant, finding pleasure in the silence and the taboo.

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• rola
• adora
• gemer
• escurinho

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