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Alex lay perfectly still on the couch, chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate rhythm. His eyes stayed barely open—narrow slits hidden under heavy lashes, watching everything in the dim moonlight that sliced through the half-closed blinds.
Silver light painted soft stripes across Leila's flushed face as she knelt between his spread legs. Her green eyes were wide with raw hunger, pupils blown black, cheeks stained a deep, feverish red. Full lips trembled, glossy with saliva and nervous anticipation.
Her fingers were warm and shaky—tugged at the drawstring of his sweatpants, pulling the waistband down inch by torturous inch. The fabric dragged over his skin with a faint rustle, then his half-hard cock sprang free, slapping heavily against his lower abs with a meaty THWAAP!
