spy-threesome

I’ve guarded this in my mental Private Locker for years. The Airbnb studio, our mission lair soaked in sweat and cum. Richard leaves. Door clicks shut. Raïssa grins, eyes wicked. ‘We undress?’ Laughter erupts. Heart pounds. No more holding back. Clothes hit floor. Bodies collide. This secret burns too hot. I spill it now, raw…