Late Night Sneak: A Marathon of Taboo Temptation

In the hush of the night, a late runner returns, their heart pounding from more than just exertion. They slip into your room, their shoes still laced, their clothes damp with the night's dew. They strip, their body glistening under the moonlight, their eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors yours. They mount you, their wetness already betraying their desire, their hands guiding your throbbing cock to their eager entrance. The clock ticks on, but time seems to stand still as they ride you, their late-night run turning into a marathon of taboo passion.

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