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It started with his hands tracing under her shirt, teasing her chest till her breath hitched. Then she dropped to her knees, lips parting for something far more intimate. A bent-over moment by the desk, then tangled limbs in frontโ€”deep, slow, relentless. And when the floor met her back, she welcomed the view just as much as the rhythm. ๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ’‹

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