Secret dealings

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"The Secret in the Secret Room"

(Part 1)

My name is Lei, I'm 22 years old, and I work as a warehouse manager in a shoe factory in a small town. My salary isn't much, but I'm single

and don't have many expenses. I don't need to spend money on food or lodging, and I'm too lazy to look for other jobs. My life is uneventful

and boring.

Recently, another warehouse manager in the shoe factory resigned, and a new girl named Yan was hired. She's

about my age, not very tall, but quite pretty. She has a voluptuous figure and

a gossipy, outgoing personality. She quickly became friends with the other girls around the same age in the factory, chattering

away .

As for me, although I usually

put on a show of being a loner, my relationship with her is only so-so. On the other hand, our

boss , the department manager Chen, who's in his thirties, keeps coming to our warehouse, ostensibly

to inspect the work and take care of his subordinates, but it's obvious what he's up to.

However, Yan doesn't seem to mind. She always chats and laughs with Manager Chen, which annoys me a lot.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. One day at work, when it was just the two of us,

I told Ayan about the rumors between Manager Chen and Xiao Hui, the clerk in the HR department, hoping to warn her not to let that

seemingly respectable Manager Chen take advantage of her.

"I already knew about it a few days ago," Ayan glanced at me and continued to slowly and methodically trim her

nails. Her desk was next to mine, separated by a computer desk. We usually shared the computer

. Looking at her from my side, I could see Ayan leaning lazily back in her chair, wearing a black skirt that revealed her

smooth calves and a section of her thighs, making it hard for me to look away.

"Then why did you..." I struggled to lift my head, a little puzzled.

"Isn't it normal to get along well with your boss? Who cares if he has a girlfriend or not!" Ayan blew on her nails,

a slight smile on her lips, and said, "But thank you for telling me about this anyway."

As she spoke, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she crossed her legs, lifting her skirt and revealing more of her

thighs . The thought immediately flashed through my mind: I wanted to lean under her desk and look up at her. My

breathing quickened, but she seemed completely oblivious.

"No, you're welcome, it's nothing," I replied, swallowing hard.

(II)

"Ah Lei, look at your report from last month. There are quite a few problems. Can't you put some effort

into it? Our factory isn't a place to slack off!" In the office, Manager Chen sat

there , berating me. Actually, it was just some minor issues, though it was indeed due to my lack of attention, but

he wouldn't let it go.

I was pretty sure it was directly related to working with Ayan. Before Ayan arrived,

this guy practically ignored our warehouse. Aside from asking a couple of questions at the regular meetings, there was practically no

interaction . This current situation only started later, and it's targeting me.

Although I really wanted to rush over and punch his glasses to shut him up, that was clearly not a good idea.

I could only pretend to listen attentively and endure it.

Trying to force me to leave? Heh heh, I won't let you have your way!

Perhaps seeing my unmoved attitude, Manager Chen lost interest and

waved me out after lunch. On my way out, I passed Xiaohui's desk, which I heard belonged to Manager Chen's girlfriend. Xiaohui smiled and nodded

at me when she saw me .

Compared to Manager Chen, Xiao Hui was much friendlier to me. She was

about the same age as me and A Yan, but had joined the factory two months earlier than A Yan. She wore purple-rimmed glasses, was a very quiet girl,

quite thin, and a little taller than A Yan. I had unintentionally helped her a little when she first joined the factory, and she had

been very kind to me ever since. Unfortunately, Manager Chen quickly took advantage of her position, and because of this, I tried to avoid contact with her as much

as possible .

"Are you busy? You've been in here for so long," Xiao Hui asked.

"Hehe, so-so." It's all because of that damn Manager Chen, isn't it? I was annoyed, but

I didn't show it. Xiao Hui was in the office all day, so she probably didn't know about Manager Chen's affairs, and Manager Chen certainly wouldn't

tell her.

"You've come at the right time. Come and teach me how to fill out this form."

These young girls who had just joined the factory had absolutely terrible professional skills. Of course, I guessed that

the managers who hired them wouldn't care about that; as long as they looked pleasing to the eye, that was enough.

"Here, you should do it like this, and then like this..." Xiaohui stepped aside slightly, and I stood

next to her, leaning down to type on the keyboard and mouse, beginning to instruct her.

Because we were so close, a faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils; I couldn't tell if it was her body scent or

the smell of her hair.

"Oh, I see. And here?" Xiaohui reached out and placed her hand directly on my

hand , moving it around. I didn't know whether I should pull my hand away, feeling a little awkward.

Her hand wasn't big, and it felt soft; it was very comfortable to be touched by her.

"Ah! I'm sorry." Xiaohui seemed to finally realize something was amiss, quickly letting go of my hand and glancing up at me

.

I smiled, pretending not to care, and while discussing the form, I

used the opportunity of moving the mouse to lightly touch Xiaohui's body with my arm—not sensitive areas like her chest, of course, but it still

felt quite nice. Xiaohui didn't seem to want to avoid it.

The door to Manager Chen's office opened behind us. I quickly straightened up, gave a few instructions, and

hurriedly left.

(III)

After leisurely finishing my lunch, I went to the warehouse and saw Ayan sitting there alone. Although we didn't have beds

for our lunch break , there were plenty of chairs and a lot of space. I usually just lay down on a chair and that was it. The computer was only good for things like QQ, which was boring. "Hey, close the door for me, I want to show you something." Ayan waved rather mysterious. I did as she asked and closed the door, locking it. Now we were in a closed space. "And this too." Ayan pointed to the window on the other side. I understood and went over to draw all the curtains. The warehouse suddenly became dark, and I could clearly feel the slight chill from the warehouse air conditioner. Actually, we often drew the curtains during our lunch break, but we rarely locked the door.

"What are you watching?" I sat down next to Ayan, stretched, and felt a little sleepy after dinner.

"I just copied a movie onto the computer using a USB drive, want to watch it?"

"Sure." Could it be a Japanese AV? I thought to myself, but of course, the chances were slim. To be honest,

I wasn't interested in movies that girls liked to watch.

The video started playing, tense background noise filled the air, and zombies appeared on the screen, baring their teeth and claws.

Hiss! I gasped. It was a horror movie! I've always been terrified of ghost and zombie

movies . Although I'm not as scared as I used to be, I still keep my distance.

"This is a really popular movie lately, I had a hard time finding it!" Ayan seemed very excited.

The flying gore and terrifying screams on the screen seemed like a funny cartoon to her.

"You're not afraid of horror movies, are you?"

"No, of course not, haha." I forced a smile, tilted my head back, and tried to keep my

distance from the hideous zombies.

"Hmm!" Ah Yan snorted softly, slowly standing up from her chair. She turned to me and said, "I just

finished eating; standing for a while helps with digestion."

She gently rubbed her abdomen. It was a hot day, and her clothes were very light. Because

I was deliberately hiding behind her, I could vaguely see the subtle rise and fall of her body, and of course,

a faint, alluring scent. This drew most of my attention to her, making

me less interested in the movie.

Ah Yan wasn't very tall, about 1.6 meters, with long black hair and no makeup. She

wasn't particularly striking when standing next to someone, but now, standing close to her, I could deeply feel the mature femininity emanating from her body

.

Because of our position, her buttocks weren't far from my face. Even through her skirt, I could feel their

fullness and fleshiness. What would it feel like to pinch them? I secretly stared at those rounded areas, and my crotch

was already getting hard.

"So you really are afraid of horror movies?" Ayan suddenly turned around, startling me so much that I quickly averted

my wicked gaze.

"Uh, hehe, it's not that I'm scared, I just don't like them."

"Then lean back a little to watch, I'll block anything." Ayan said with a smile, gently moving

closer My arm brushed against her thigh, of course, through her skirt.

I didn't dare move, outwardly pretending to be engrossed in the movie, while secretly scrutinizing

the woman's body so close to me.

Ayan's standing body swayed slightly from time to time, and the pressure from my arm was clearly felt, the

sensation making my head spin and making me feel dizzy.

The movie continued, and suddenly the plot reached a tense moment, a zombie suddenly jumping out. I

was startled and my hand unconsciously grabbed Ayan's skirt.

The warehouse lights were dim, and Ayan didn't seem to notice my movement, or perhaps she knew but thought

it was unintentional.

Yes, at first it was unintentional, but I immediately realized it, though I didn't let go. In

my increasingly heated mind, details flashed by: the locked lock, the drawn curtains, the closed warehouse,

the white thighs, Ayan's smile, the hem of the skirt in her hand…

My breathing became erratic, and an unstoppable thought surfaced: if only I could pull it up

a little more, if only my hand could slip inside the skirt…

Through the skirt, I gently touched Ayan's thigh with the back of my hand, secretly observing her reaction. Ayan

didn't react, just focused on the screen.

I took a deep breath; the dim warehouse environment emboldened me. With my slightly trembling

hand, I slowly rubbed Ayan's skirt, slowly but persistently, for a while. Finally,

the texture suddenly transformed into soft skin; I was touching Ayan's thigh

without any barrier! Ayan still didn't make a sound.

Soon, I was no longer satisfied with just rubbing the outside of her thigh with the back of my hand; my hand began to move.

To avoid offending her, I first moved my hand down a little, to near Ayan's knee, then

gently moved it around to the back of her leg, my palm pressing lightly against her skin.

Clearly, Ayan couldn't possibly be unaware of my actions, but her lack of reaction meant she acquiesced to

what I was doing.

At this thought, my desire was completely overwhelming. My hand slowly slid along Ayan's leg,

gradually moving towards her inner thigh!

Ayan's thighs were full, but not with the muscularity of mine; they were elastic.

Touching , my breath and fingertips trembled. The sensation was incredibly

strange—smooth, soft, and warm—transmitted through the nerves to my brain, the impact so intense

that I couldn't think straight.

My fingertips moved upwards, inch by inch. I heard Ayan's breathing become heavy. She

was still staring at the computer screen, but clearly distracted, her mind completely captivated by the hand between her legs.

I continued to explore, my arm already deep beneath Ayan's skirt, moving towards her groin,

and further still. Perhaps because she was standing, Ayan's legs were very taut, and her thighs were slightly

constricted , clamping my hand between them. I gently kneaded and rubbed, feeling

the tenderness of this ripe flower. The heat in the air increased with my movements, even the air conditioning couldn't help.

Finally, my fingers touched a very soft spot, reaching the groin of her thigh! Ayan's

body trembled, her legs tightened again, but she still didn't make any further movements or sounds, not even

turning .

My face was almost pressed against Ayan's back; the thin clothing made her even more sexy and alluring, and

I could smell her feminine fragrance. My fingertips were touching the forbidden area deep within Ayan's thighs. At this moment, I was completely

lost in the moment. I felt a little wet in my crotch, but I didn't care anymore.

My hand slid up and down between Ayan's legs, occasionally pressing against the very top, where her full

buttocks met her most mysterious area—her genitals.

Even through Ayan's panties, I could clearly feel the heat

emanating .

My face was pressed completely against Ayan's body, my warm breath relentlessly penetrating her skin .

Inside her clothes, Ayan's body seemed to sway slightly, one hand lightly resting on the table.

Taking an inch and wanting a mile—that's the nature of every normal man, and I was no exception.

After lingering between Ayan's legs for a while, I set off again, looking for a new target.

This time, my target was her buttocks, Ayan's mature and full bottom.

My hand finally managed to slip out from between her tightly pressed legs, climbing up her thighs.

Soon, one of Ayan's buttocks was in my grasp!

Her buttocks were large and fleshy; I kneaded them wantonly, gradually increasing the pressure. Under my clutches,

Ayan's buttocks constantly changed shape, and the rebound of her buttocks made me even more reluctant to let go.

This was the Ayan's buttocks I had fantasized about for so long! I never thought I'd actually have the chance to touch them.

After massaging Ayan's buttocks many times, I had a new target.

So far , my attacks had been through that thin pair of underwear; what would it feel like inside?

The thought arose, and I began to act. I released Ayan's buttocks and slid my hand back

between . This time, my fingers curled upwards, focusing on the groin.

Ayan's legs were tightly closed, making my movements somewhat limited, but I persevered,

inching closer, savoring every inch of her skin.

After a while, one of my fingers hooked onto the edge of her panties. Overjoyed, I quickly

tried to slip it inside. After passing through that barrier, my finger entered a space I had longed for—

warm and moist. My finger was instantly wet!

I had reached Ayan's genitals!

My whole body stiffened, and for some reason, my penis went limp and

felt wet, but I knew I hadn't ejaculated.

My fingers were equally stiff, clumsily stroking the outside of Ayan's genitals. Because I couldn't see anything

and lacked experience, my technique was extremely rough.

Even so, it still had a good effect.

The slight squelching sound from my fingers, the few fingers I'd slipped inside her underwear, were completely soaked. Ayan's

chest heaved; she was clearly aroused too.

Inside! Wanting to go even deeper! A voice kept calling in my mind, filled

with primal urges. I bent my middle finger, tentatively searching, hoping to find that mysterious cave.

Soon, I seemed to sense something. With a slight push, my middle finger squeezed into a crevice, warmer and wetter than

the outside this was it! My mind went blank, as if a shockwave had swept over me

. My fingers involuntarily increased the pressure, digging and probing forcefully.

"Ah!" Ayan let out a small gasp, finally reacting, her hands tightly gripping my mischievous

hand and pushing it away.

I didn't know what was happening, thinking I'd hurt her, and quickly withdrew my hand from between her legs.

Just then, I heard voices outside. It turned out that

Ayan was sitting at her desk during lunch break, and neither of us spoke. I glanced at my

hand, which had accomplished many feats, including the fact that half of my middle finger had once entered the legendary little hole! There was some

shiny . I brought my finger to my nose and smelled it; it had a pungent odor.

(IV)

What happened during lunch break didn't seem to have any impact on Ayan. She behaved no differently than usual,

chatting and laughing with others, but she didn't say a word to me. Of course, I didn't know

what to say ; it felt strange.

All afternoon, I was in a daze, not knowing what I had done. My mind kept replaying that

round buttock and that wet little hole. I had a slight urge to ejaculate, which I managed to suppress, but my underwear

was wet and uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you? You seem distracted," Xiaohui asked me, looking at me strangely. I was explaining

some work matters to Xiaohui. It was almost the end of the workday, and there weren't many people in the office. Manager Chen had already left,

so I came to find Xiaohui.

"Oh, it's nothing, please continue," I said quickly. My hand was operating Xiaohui's mouse, and

a strange feeling welled up inside me.

I hadn't washed my hands since noon. The sticky liquid had dried, but

now smeared on Xiaohui's mouse, the thought of her touching it and then eating something made my lower body

feel hot. Was it because of the hot weather?

After finishing some tasks,

I planned to go to the restroom after work and then go home. My lower body was really uncomfortable; I needed to masturbate to release

some .

As for the "side dish" (a euphemism for sexual activity), needless to say, it was naturally what happened at noon. Of course, Xiaohui could

use it .

The restroom here was for office staff. Since there weren't many people in the office, there wasn't a separate men's and women's

restroom ; it consisted of three small cubicles shared by both genders.

I walked around a corridor and just entered the restroom when I saw a woman washing her hands and looking in the mirror—it

was Ah Yan!

We exchanged glances, clearly surprised to run into each other here. Neither of them

spoke. Ayan turned her head away and continued washing her hands.

I looked at Ayan's profile; her slightly forward-leaning body made her buttocks stand out prominently, their round,

full curves instantly making my blood boil. I glanced around the restroom; no one else was there, and it was

quiet outside, most people had left after work.

I swallowed hard and walked straight up to Ayan from behind.

"What are you doing?" Ayan whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

I didn't answer, but instead showed my feelings through my actions. My hand touched Ayan's buttocks, caressing them

through her skirt, testing her reaction.

Ayan's handwashing slowed, but she didn't resist; only the sound of running water could be heard in the restroom.

I became bolder, pressing my body against hers, my penis pressing hard against her buttocks.

My left hand naturally wrapped around her waist, preventing her from moving away, while my right hand slipped under her skirt from the front, continuing the great task I hadn't finished

at noon!

I didn't immediately slip into her underwear, because I was a little afraid she would resist. I first touched her thighs...

I caressed her, occasionally lightly touching her genitals through her panties. I focused most of my attention on her full

, firm buttocks, constantly pressing my body against hers. Even through several layers of clothing,

it was an intense stimulation for my penis, so pleasurable I almost groaned.

Ayan turned off the tap, her hands braced on the sink. Through the mirror, I couldn't see her

expression, but I didn't care.

My left hand was tied tightly to Ayan's body, so the responsibility

fell on my right. After lingering between Ayan's legs for a while, I hesitated, deciding not

to attack this vital area yet, but to deal with another important place first:

Ayan's breasts.

Ayan's breasts weren't small. If viewed from above, Xiaohui's breasts only showed two small mounds, while

Ayan's were a deep cleavage.

I had neglected this important area at noon; now it was time to make amends.

I withdrew my hand from between Ayan's legs and slipped it under the hem of her shirt. Ayan wasn't fat, but the

skin I touched was smooth and soft, almost boneless. Soon, I reached her two breasts. After squeezing

them a couple of times , I was quite dissatisfied—the bra was in the way!

After thinking for a moment, I pulled my hand out and changed the angle, inserting it diagonally above Ayan's breasts. Sure enough,

this method worked perfectly. It slipped through her neckline and easily squeezed into her bra. With a clench of my fingers, Ayan

's left breast was in my grasp!

Soft, extremely soft! That was my strongest feeling. In my past understanding,

breasts should have a relatively fixed shape, like a bowl placed on the chest. But

when I used my fingers to feel the breasts, it was effortless. With a single squeeze, the breast immediately deformed. With

the movement , Ayan's breasts were easily kneaded into various shapes, like kneading dough, but even more elastic.

I was amazed at how soft a woman's breasts were. I fondled them wantonly,

feeling a sense of satisfaction at learning something new.

Ayan was starting to feel the strain; she leaned most of her weight on me,

squeezing my arm tightly with one hand.

I grabbed her other breast and played with it in the same way.

Suddenly . I quickly searched for it with my fingers and found it—a

small, hard nipple, Ayan's already erect nipple.

Finding something hard in such a soft place immediately aroused my interest.

I pinched the nipple between two fingers, rubbing it repeatedly, pulling and pressing it. With my movements,

Ayan couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and her nipple hardened even more.

Just then, there was a noise outside the bathroom; someone was coming.

Startled, without thinking, I quickly pulled Ayan into the innermost stall and

slammed the door shut.

It was the voice of two young women, one of whom was Xiaohui. They

walked in, chatting about trivial things.

Ayan and I dared not make a sound. I held her tightly, one hand still squeezing her breast

. We stood in the stall, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Xiaohui and Ayan went into the other two empty stalls; Xiaohui used the one next to ours. First, there was the sound of

the door closing , then

the sound of undressing. Although I couldn't see, I could roughly imagine what was happening. Xiaohui unbuckled her belt, squatted down, and after a brief silence, the soft sound of running water came through.

Xiaohui was urinating!

The thought of myself clinging to a woman in the toilet, while two women, including Xiaohui,

were urinating unprepared, sent a rush of blood rushing to my head and lower body. One hand gripped

Ayan , while the other strained to hear Xiaohui urinating.

Xiaohui seemed to have been holding it in for a while; a

clear stream of urine made my throat extremely dry.

Finally, Xiao Hui finished urinating. After fiddling around for a while, the two left together, and the toilet

became .

(V)

At this moment, A Yan was completely limp in my arms, only managing to stay upright because of my support.

The situation just now was indeed a bit too stimulating.

I couldn't hold back any longer and decided to take action. With a forceful pull, I turned A Yan's body around

so that we were face to face. I looked at A Yan's already flushed face. A Yan glanced at me twice, seemingly

unable to bear my gaze, and then lowered her head again.

I moved my head closer, my target clear: A Yan's slightly open mouth. I breathed

hot air from my nose and mouth onto A Yan's face, slowly approaching my target, closer and closer, until finally, our lips met

.

A Yan's lips were a bit thick, and at this moment they looked incredibly sexy and alluring. Once our lips touched,

we couldn't bear to separate, pressing against each other, not caring even if we were out of breath.

This kiss lasted for who knows how long,

and my head was still spinning.

Both of them were panting, clearly needing a moment to catch their breath.

"I want to see yours here," I said first, pointing to the space between Ayan's legs and whispering

.

Ayan's eyes were already quite glazed; she glanced at me and softly hummed in agreement.

Overjoyed, I immediately squatted down, lifting her skirt with one hand, revealing a pair of pure white panties

. Hmm, pure white, a bit unexpected. I always thought Xiaohui's should be pure white, while Ayan

's should be pink or something like that.

The lighting in the bathroom was decent, a little dim, but it didn't affect my vision. I tucked the skirt up

and then, with both hands, slowly pulled Ayan's panties down.

The first thing I saw was a small tuft of dark pubic hair. Ayan's pubic hair was quite sparse and

rather short. Next was a thin slit below the pubic hair; perhaps because she was standing, the slit was

tightly closed.

A trickle of liquid seeped from the slit, still attached to the pulled-down panties, which were

already .

"Have you seen enough?" Ah Yan was probably embarrassed by my stare and tried to cover herself with her hand, but I

easily blocked her.

I'd seen enough, but how could I just look?

I leaned closer, inhaling deeply. A peculiar scent filled my nostrils, stimulating my

senses. It was a strange smell, not fragrant, but not foul either—just odd.

I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking the small protrusion at the tip of the cleft.

"Mmm!" Ah Yan was clearly aroused, pushing my head away forcefully.

Without further ado, I stretched my tongue out, licking Ah Yan's vulva. Ah Yan

didn't resist; instead, she let out soft moans.

After licking for a while, my tongue was getting tired, but the effect was obvious—

more fluid seeped from the cleft. I stood up, ignoring my slightly numb legs, and clumsily unzipped my pants,

pulling my penis out of my underwear and exposing it to the air.

My penis was now in a semi-erect state, with a little clear fluid at the glans. My

urge to ejaculate was incredibly strong, completely uncontrollable.

Seeing my actions, Ayan seemed a little flustered, but I didn't care about her

feelings. I forcibly pulled off her white panties, then pinned her against the wall, lifted one of her

snow-white thighs, and with my other hand holding my penis, I moved it towards Ayan's vagina!

Ayan's hands were on my shoulders, but she seemed weak and powerless, only able to let me do as I pleased. My glans

rubbed against the outside of Ayan's vagina, trying hard to find a place to enter.

A strong stimulation came from the glans, and the folds outside the vagina constantly rubbed against the glans, making my

penis quickly hard, already in a state of readiness!

I supported Ayan's thigh with one hand while adjusting the angle of my penis. Just when I was panting heavily and about

to lose control , my penis slipped and squeezed into a very tight place, finally entering the vagina I had longed for

!

I took a deep breath, thrust my body upwards, and two-thirds of my penis squeezed in. It was wet,

hot, and tight inside, incredibly wonderful. A jolt of electricity shot from my back to my brain, and I couldn't help but

shiver. My ejaculation failed me, and streams of hot semen shot deep into Ayan's vagina!

Oh no, I couldn't hold back my ejaculation so quickly! I didn't pull out my penis; I just held Ayan

still, savoring the afterglow of my ejaculation while my heart pounded, wondering what Ayan would say.

Ayan didn't say anything; her breath tickled my neck.

After a few breaths, I came to my senses. My penis, still inside Ayan, went from its

semi-erect state to hard and erect again.

"Oh!" Ayan also sensed the change, her arms weakly wrapped around my neck,

looking completely at me.

Of course, I wouldn't hold back. I'd ejaculated too quickly; I felt terrible for my family. This time, I had to

perform well! I thrust my body up and down, my penis moving in and out of Ayan's vagina at the same time.

Although it still felt very tight, there was enough lubrication, so it didn't hurt.

"Mmm! Mmm..." With my movements, Ayan let out soft moans, trying her best

to suppress them, after all, we were in a public restroom.

Gradually, I became more familiar with the piston-like motion, and my movements became more agile, and the frequency of my movements

increased . My mouth couldn't be idle either. I tore open Ayan's clothes and bra, and I sucked on

her nipple, constantly stimulating it with my teeth and tongue.

Soon, the urge to ejaculate appeared again. I squeezed one of Ayan's breasts hard, and

the frequency increased to the fastest. White foam appeared at the junction of my penis and vagina, and the collision of our two bodies made a slapping

sound. Ayan's hand squeezed me painfully, but I had no time to care, I only knew how to thrust harder.

"Ah..." Finally, with a low growl, I reached my second climax,

ejaculating all my semen into Ayan's vagina.

My penis trembled rhythmically inside her, and I felt her trembling in return. We both

climaxed one after the other, lost in the depths of a sea of desire.

[The End]

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