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Era tarde da noite quando ela entrou no quarto com aquele sorriso safado que me deixa louco. Sem perder tempo, subiu na cama e começou a se esfregar contra mim, com nossos corpos já suados de desejo. Eu mal conseguia pensar, só sentia o calor dela me envolvendo. Então, ela cavalgou com uma intensidade que me tirou o fôlego, cada movimento mais profundo e gostoso que o anterior. Ela gemeu baixinho no meu ouvido, palavras sujas e sussurros que aceleraram ainda mais o nosso ritmo. Eu não aguentava mais, cada estremecimento do corpo dela me levava mais perto do limite. E quando eu finalmente gozei, dentro dela, foi como se todo o meu corpo explodisse de prazer. Mas ela não parou, continuou se movendo até que, com um tremor incontrolável e um gemido abafado, ela goza forte, o corpo todo contraído no meu colo, ofegante e molhada. Ficamos assim por um tempo, sem palavras, só respirando fundo no silêncio quente do quarto.

It was 2 AM when this naughty girl slipped in, the scent of night air and cheap beer clinging to her leather jacket. I was her ride, the designated escape pod from another dull party. The city was a blur of neon and shadow beyond the windshield, our own private world sealed inside the car. Her laughter was low and throaty as she kicked off her heels, tucking her feet beneath her on the passenger seat. The conversation drifted, then dipped into something heavier, charged with a tension we’d been ignoring for weeks. A confession tumbled out in the dark, followed by a silence so profound I could hear her soft moan as she bit her lip, a sound that went straight through me. My hand found hers on the console, fingers lacing together. There was no rush, just the slow, inevitable climb, the quiet gasps and the tight grip of her hand in mine as the streetlights strobed across her flushed face. And when she finally lets go, her body trembling against the worn seat, she cums hard.