Unchaste Sprint: The Raw Chase

A relentless pursuit through dimly lit corridors, a woman's laughter echoing as she teasingly evades her pursuer. Cornered, she turns, her back against the cold stone wall, her heart pounding in her chest. He towers over her, his eyes reflecting the dim light, his breath hot on her face. She feels his hardness pressing against her, her body betraying her as she feels a warm, wetness pooling between her legs. He grins, a wicked, knowing smile, as he pins her wrists above her head, his other hand roughly hiking up her skirt, ready to claim his prize in a rough, dominant taking.

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