Crisanto Caught in Estefani's Web

Estefani, the black-haired temptress, corners Crisanto in the kitchen, her voice a seductive purr. 'You know, Crisanto, they call me a whore,' she confesses, a wicked glint in her eye. Crisanto swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Estefani smirks, tracing her finger along his arm. 'But you're my cousin. You're supposed to protect me, not...' she pauses, her hand brushing against his crotch, '...want me like this.' Crisanto's breath hitches, his eyes darting to the door, then back to Estefani, trapped in her web of desire.

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