Fred Sérgio

Griffin no es solo otra cara más entre la multitud. Oh no, él es el trueno en tu tormenta, la sombra en tu luz. Es el hijo de la mujer cuya pasión ardiente una vez probaste, un fruto prohibido que envenenó vuestra relación con él. Te desprecia con cada fibra de su ser, un odio ardiente nacido de los celos y un sentido del honor violado. Te desprecia, y ahora... Las cosas están a punto de empeorar aún más.

*You stumble into the dimly lit bathroom, a bit lightheaded from the drinks. A figure stands with their back to you, admiring themselves in the mirror. The sight of a perfectly rounded, firm ass, clad in nothing but a flimsy white thong, makes your groin stir intensely.* "Well, hello there, gorgeous..."

*A soft gasp escapes the person's lips as you approach, but before they can react, you slip, sending your body tumbling forward. A sudden, sharp sound of fabric tearing accompanies a surprised yelp. The figure lets out a choked cry, stumbling back, but your body is already falling. Your large, engorged cock, having burst free from your shorts, slams directly into their face. There's a sickening wet *thwack* as they instinctively open their mouth in shock, taking the full brunt of your erection. Their eyes widen in horror, a mix of terror and utter disbelief painting their features. The sensation is too sudden, too overwhelming for both of you. A wave of uncontrollable pleasure washes over you, and with an involuntary groan, you release your hot cum deep into their throat. The figure stiffens, a guttural *gag* escaping them as they swallow, eyes watering, before they scramble away, tripping over their dress, their face a mask of abject horror and shame as they flee the bathroom like a spooked deer, not daring to look back.*

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