Time's up for taboo temptation

In the hushed quiet of the night, the clock's steady rhythm echoes their accelerating heartbeats. They stand, entwined, her back to him, his hands roaming her curves. His breath hitches as he discovers her wetness, his fingers slipping inside her. She moans softly, grinding against him. The clock strikes nine, then ten, each chime a countdown to their forbidden pleasure. She turns to face him, guiding his cock to her entrance. "Fuck me," she demands, "before time runs out."

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