Hidden Desires Surface in Close Quarters

Angela's cousin's room is small, stifling, filled with the scent of sweat and sex. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, his pants around his ankles, his hand working furiously at his cock. Angela watches, mesmerized, as he leans his head back, a soft moan escaping his lips. She can't help but imagine what he's thinking about, what's making him so hard. As she steps closer, he opens his eyes, locking gazes with her. She should turn away, but she can't. Instead, she finds herself asking him, "What are you thinking about, cousin?"

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