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Ethan placed both hands on the edge of the marble. With perfect synchronization, Blair parted her legs, making room for the man to position himself between them. At that moment, he felt like he should never have left that spot.

He began to sink into Blair's body, sliding into her as if he were made to do so. It all happened in slow motion. Their eyes were fixed on each other; they reflected pure evil. Ethan stared at the woman as she moaned, then looked at himself through the reflection in the mirror.

The man's lips traveled to Blair's throat, and she hugged him with arms and legs. He wanted to take every inch of her in his mouth, taste her skin and make her moan, knowing exactly what and how to do it. And, despite being in his comfort zone, Ethan held his breath every time Blair squeezed him.

Each movement excited them more, bringing them to the precipice of pleasure several times. Their bodies had their own rhythm and their moans were synchronized. The desire they had to never stop