The Waiting Room – the stranger you lock eyes with and fuck before you name is even called
No names, no small talk, just the unspoken understanding that you’re both here for the same thing. The waiting room is empty except for the two of you. A glance, a pause, the slow uncrossing of her legs. You know you shouldn’t, but the risk and the silence makes it impossible to resist. This...
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