Forbidden lust in the name of virtue

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. Yet, her hands continue to stroke his cock, feeling it grow harder with each touch. He groans, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples. She bites her lip, suppressing a moan as wetness pools between her legs. Their bodies press closer, their breaths mingling as they share their first intimate moment. The closet feels like a sanctuary, a place where they can explore their desires without judgment, even if it's just for a moment.

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