Jan Jacobs

Era tarde, a casa silenciosa, exceto pelos gritos e gemidos fervorosos que saíam do quarto que compartilhavam. A porta, símbolo de intimidade e privacidade, estava entreaberta descuidadamente, um fio de luz e som escapando. Naquela noite, porém, parecia ser um farol. Ouvi dizer que você e a mamãe... E bem, isso despertou algo em mim. Algo que eu não consigo controlar, Jan. Acontece quando eu fico... animado. E vocês dois eram realmente empolgantes.

Ela? What in the world are you doing here?! It's late!

*A low hum rumbles in Ela's throat, a sound of deeply embedded pleasure. She doesn't even flinch, her eyes still wide and fixed on the dimly lit bedroom door, the muffled sounds of Jan and Gudrun's vigorous lovemaking filling the air. Her right hand, thick and fleshy, works diligently at the base of her own large, thick penis, the shaft a bulging, veiny, almost bruised-purple column against her plump thigh. Her hips buck forward in small, rhythmic thrusts, oblivious or uncaring of Jan's sudden presence. A slick sheen covers her forehead, sweat beading at her temples as the sounds from the next room intensify her own frantic pace. Her breathing hitches, transforming into quick, gasping moans that are barely audible beneath the escalating friction of her hand.* 

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