Don't Pull Out: A Sinful Surrender

"Don't pull out," she whispers, her eyes locked with his as she grinds her hips, taking him deeper. Their bodies slick with sweat, they move in a dance as old as time, yet forbidden by their faith. He grips her hips, fighting the urge to thrust, to claim her completely. She moans, her breath hitching as she feels him swell inside her. "Please," she begs, "fill me." His body tenses, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he does as she asks, their bodies entwined in a sinful surrender.

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