Jonathan's POV
I'm still catching my breath when the door opens again. My cock is half-hard, still slick with Katya's juices, her cum drying on my thighs. I look up and see Lina standing there, her eyes wide, her breathing shallow. She's been waiting outside, listening to Katya's screams, and now she's ready.
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I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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