Karl and Elena were like totally glued to each other, their breath almost merging in the tense air. No words escaped their lips, just these intense gazes that couldn't be ignored—full of unspoken yet real passion. They knew they had crossed the line, and without a word, they surrendered to this irresistible urge to bang.
Karl pulled Elena closer, and they kissed with such desire, like all logic vanished in the flames of burning lust. The kiss wasn't just a mere expression of his lust, but also an escape from everything that had happened in Karl's life so far—loneliness, being alone to often, jerk off and cum into tissues a lot.
Elena held Karl's face with both hands, as if trying to lock this moment in eternity, even though she knew for sure it was a mistake. But that guilt was drowned in the waves of undeniable pleasure. Every touch, every breath, strengthened the reality that they were doing something forbidden.
