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... g in the tense air. No words escaped their lips, just these intense gazes that couldn’t be ignored—full of unspoken yet real passion. They knew they had crossed the line, and without a word, they surrendered to this irresistible urge to bang.

Karl pulled Elena closer, and they kissed with such desire, like all logic vanished in the flames of burning lust. The kiss wasn’t just a mere expression of his lust, but also an escape from everything that had happened in Karl’s life so far—lonelin ...

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