Two figures, hidden in the shadows, their bodies pressed close, their breathing ragged. They're made for each other, yet their love is forbidden. A hand reaches out, tentative, and touches a breast, feeling the nipple harden under the touch. The other responds, fingers tracing the length of a hard, throbbing cock. Their lovemaking is urgent, passionate, a dance of lust and longing. They're lost in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, until they're both crying out, their bodies wracked with pleasure, their taboo love consummated.