dripping tension
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Dripping Tension
They weren't supposed to be seen.
Their nights were meant to stay secret-
Stolen moments. Hidden bruises. Silent moans behind locked doors.
But tonight, at a house party packed with people who'd never suspect a thing,
he sees her.
Across the room.
Eyes locked.
No words-just the memory of how she whimpered under him last night.
She's not supposed to be looking at him like that.
He's not supposed to want to take her right then and there.
But the ache is mutual... and the tension?
It's already dripping down her thighs.
No one knows they even talk.
But in this moment, they're about to do everything but talk.
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