The Unseen Burden of Ecstasy

In the dimly lit room, the scent of sweat and musk hangs heavy. The anonymous figure, clad only in a harness, awaits, their body a canvas of anticipation. Suddenly, the door creaks open, revealing another, their muscles glistening with exertion. With a grunt, they hoist the first, their hands gripping tight, fingers digging into flesh. The carried one moans, their body writhing, sensations amplified by the raw, primal act. The lift-and-carry becomes a dance, a symphony of grunts and moans, the room echoing with the slap of skin against skin.

• hot
• lift-and-carry

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