Primos punhetando juntos

No heat of the afternoon, cousins locked in a room, their secret shared only in the silent language of glances. One starts to stroke, the rhythm steady, the other can't help but join, their gazes locked on each other's bulging crotches. The room fills with the symphony of their pleasure, the slapping of skin against skin, the moans stifled by clenched teeth. They come together, bodies tensing, hands working furiously, leaving them panting and slick in the aftermath.

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