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ive with creativity, and the atmosphere was electric. Jared's voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, his words dripping with intrigue as he leaned in close to Janet. "I think we've reached a point

the fear of interruptions or prying ears." Janet's hesitation was palpable, her uncertainty writ large across her face. Jared sensed her wavering resolve and pounced, his smile a masterful blen

ompt, but they held a subtle undertone of command. Janet took his arm, and Jared led her through the winding corridors of the gallery, expertly navigating the crowds as they disappeared into the seclusion o

all plaque reading "Private Viewing Room." Jared produ

with plush couches and

rying eyes. The private room, typically reserved for art enthus

"Ah, ah, ahh... Jared, please stop... we can't... ah..."

at threatened to consume them both. "Didn't I tell you to call

een pushing him away and pulling him closer. Her attempts to break free w

get Jonathan even exists," he whispered, hi

ped beneath her T-shirt, cupping her breast with a gentle yet firm t

r veins, and a sticky wetness seeped from between her legs. Panicked, Janet tri

le. His leg wedged between hers, intensifying the pressure. Fondling both

eyes blazed with desire, eerily reminiscent of Jonathan Crowel, her husband

he gasped, her words lost

ith reckless abandon. Their mixed saliva trickled down

red's leg, seeking relief from the throbbing within. "You're grindi

aring open her blouse and pushing aside her bra. Her bare

uth claiming her right nipple. "No... please!" Jane

and squeezed and rubbed her other breast. Janet's fingers tangled in J

her pussy against his thigh, seeking fleeting relief. Jared's fing

s brother really turns you on, huh?" Jared

d soaked through your underwear. Did you

settled loosely around her waist, revealing her intimate area, now slick with desire

Janet the thick liquid slowly spilling out of her prideful area onto her thighs, making her rea

ght enter," she whispered,

hen quiet those sensual moans, hmm?" He plung

atening to buckle. She grasped the table for support as Jared's finger e

athing. Jared's finger danced within her, curling upward

pine. "Is this your sweet spot?" His finger t

r body responded instinctively, grinding against his hand with in

lesh against flesh and their ragged breathing. The

joined the first, thrusting deeply and swiftly from multiple angles.

rd bang. I can't wait to give you exactly what desire." he whispered into her ears in a seductive voice, while his finger k

ressure that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sweet tensio