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SILAS Y DANAI SWINGER: The límits of cuckold (ZURIA 9)
Todo está yendo demasiado lejos… ¿habría que pararlo?
That night, Silas couldn’t hold it in any longer. Sitting on the bed next to Danai, with the city lights flickering through the windows, she told him everything. Every detail, every emotion that had taken her to room 905. Her voice trembled as she spoke, not just from fear of his judgment, but from the mix of guilt and desire she still felt.
“I’m so sorry…” she whispered, lowering her gaze. Her heart pounded as she waited for his response, dreading the worst.
But Danai said nothing. Instead of pulling away, he leaned toward her and wrapped her in a firm embrace, as if everything she had said had only brought them closer. Silas felt a wave of relief, but also something else: a renewed desire that sparked deep within her.
Suddenly, Danai stood, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her hold her breath. Without a word, he took her hand and led her toward the bedroom table. His firmness, his control, left her breathless as he gently bent her over the surface.
“Oh, yes…” Silas murmured, her voice breaking from the mix of surprise and anticipation.
Danai lifted her dress with deliberate movements, leaving her legs exposed to the cool air of the room. His hands…
