TRIPLE PENETRATION ON THE BRIDGE

The iron bridge groaned under the vigorous pressure. Their sessions were feverish, echoing through the bare structure. He moaned with each slam, her cries a mix of pleasure. It was a show here of raw, unadulterated passion. They seemed oblivious to the world around them, lost in their private inferno. Salacious Stowaways in Sector 7 A torrent of