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We slipped into Mommy’s room thinking we were alone, but all bets were off. Bodies grinding, heavy breaths fill the air. Clothes flying, the heat was wild. She didn’t know we were there, but we couldn’t hold back. It was all hands and lips on skin, the thrill of getting caught driving us mad. Her bed became our playground, with every naughty move pushing us further. The world outside faded away, and it was just us in this raw, forbidden fantasy. Wet sounds and moans echoed as we explored every inch of each other, hidden from view.
