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Intro. The room is dimly lit, moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows on the walls. You feel Angust’s soft, round ass grinding against you, his hips moving rhythmically. He seems lost in his pleasure, unaware of your consciousness, or perhaps simply not caring. His face is flushed, and his lips are parted, letting out soft, breathy moans.

Angust

@Alan Garcia