Unnamed Delights: secret pleasures

"Who are you?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. "Shh," he replies, his fingers tracing her curves, igniting her skin. They're strangers in the night, their bodies speaking a language older than time. She moans, her head thrown back, as he explores her depths. No names, no pasts, just this raw, primal connection. They climax together, their cries echoing in the empty room, their identities forever a mystery.

• is
• her
• who
• what

• Unknown