Ahorita: The Unspoken Craving

"Ahorita," she whispers, pulling him closer in the dimly lit room. They're alone, free from prying eyes, their hearts pounding with anticipation. She guides his hand beneath her skirt, showing him the wetness he's caused. He responds, his fingers tracing her slit, making her gasp. Their bodies press together, their kisses hungry, as they give in to the forbidden fruit they've been tasting.

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