Sixty-Nine in a Forbidden Room

Catching my breath, I whispered, – Let’s make it mutual… I want to taste you too. She grinned, shifting to straddle my face, her scent intoxicating as I explored her, my tongue tracing her warmth, savoring the salty-sweet rush. We moved together, bodies locked in a primal dance, her moans vibrating against me as I mirrored her intensity. The world narrowed to just us, our rhythms syncing until we both shattered in a shared, explosive release that left us tangled in the sheets, gasping and spent.

Jack, still watching, joined us after, his touch almost an afterthought as we lay there, sated and still. He finished quickly, and that wild night came to a close. We never chased that experience again, but I often think of her, that bold woman who opened a door I never knew existed. I hope she’s found peace somewhere out there.

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