Quickie: Rapid-Fire Strokes

The door clicks shut, and they're alone, their hearts pounding in sync. He unzips, his cock springing free, already engorged. She bites her lip, her hand diving into her panties, finding her slick center. He starts stroking, his hand a whirlwind, his grip tight. She matches his pace, her fingers flying over her clit. The room fills with the sound of their rapid breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. It's over in minutes, a hasty, satisfying release, leaving them panting and spent, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

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