Duck out of luck: A sticky mess

In a haze of smoke, bodies entwine, lost in their own worlds. Cum is the language they speak, painting the scene in glistening streaks. They're chasing that high, that release, but it's elusive, like trying to catch a duck in a storm. Each thrust, each touch, brings them closer to the edge, yet they're lost in their own desires, their own rhythms.

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