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Somewhere private, a woman bends over what looks like a couch or bed—clothes half-off, legs spread just enough to hide the worst of it. Then his face appears: grizzled jawline, pink tongue already tracing the crack before she even realizes what’s happening. No words exchanged. No permission asked. Just raw hunger as he dives in hard, lips smacking against her skin while one hand yanks at her underwear like he owns the place—and maybe he does for these few minutes. The angle is brutal up close: every slurp audible, every thrust of his tongue visible as he works her open without mercy. She squirms but doesn’t push him away—not yet.