My Rear's Unseen Temptation

Anonymous hands grip my hips, a stranger's breath hot on my neck. His cock, hard and insistent, presses against my buttocks. I gasp, feeling the length of him through my thin dress. He grinds against me, his need evident, yet he says nothing, his face hidden. I'm left to imagine his features, his desire, as he takes what he wants, using my body for his pleasure.

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