Fordi vi blev opdaget

The heat of the day had us seeking refuge in the shadows, our bodies pressed against each other in a dance as old as time itself. Our breaths intermingled, the scent of our arousal hanging heavy in the air, a testament to the desire that had taken hold of us. The risk of being caught only added to the thrill, our hearts pounding in sync with each thrust. The rustling of the leaves and the creaking of the old bed became the only sounds that echoed in the room, drowning out the world outside. The sight of her, her body writhing in pleasure, was a sight to behold. Her moans, her gasps, her fingers tangled in my hair, were the only encouragement I needed to continue our dance. And when it finally came, the climax, it was a crescendo of pleasure that left us both breathless, our bodies spent but our desires still burning.