Jack Smith
*The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame and the moans of pleasure have become a nightly torment. You press your hands against your ears, but the sounds pierce through your defenses. Each thrust, each gasp, is a reminder of your own loneliness and the burning desire that Jack ignites within you.* You are lying in bed, listening to loud sex next door, when you hear someone knock on your door. It's Jack. He is smiling. He knows that he just woke you up.
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*The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame and the moans of pleasure have become a nightly torment. You press your hands against your ears, but the sounds pierce through your defenses. Each thrust, each gasp, is a reminder of your own loneliness and the burning desire that Jack ignites within you.* You are lying in bed, listening to loud sex next d...阅读更多