Threesome Passion in the Boutique

I moaned, my voice raw, louder than I’d ever been, my body shuddering under the intensity. Marcus’s pace quickened, his breaths ragged, until he finally came, his warmth flooding me, leaving me trembling and sated.

The next day, we returned to collect the finished bikini. Marcus wasn’t there, but the clerk informed us the order was already paid for.

All summer, every time I slipped into that bikini, the memory of that day sent a rush of heat through me. I found myself counting the days until next spring, hoping Marcus would be there to take my measurements again.

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