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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village square. Satin, the wanton peasant with wavy auburn locks, was already flushed with excitement. Her eyes held a devilish gleam as she sipped her glass of red.
Nearby, Drago, the burly barkeep, polished mugs with an unamused grin. Their encounter, a dark secret, buzzed like electricity in the air.
In the filthy corner of the bar, hands roamed, tempers flared. Their lips locked in a savage embrace. Satin, gasping, whispered a crude proposition into Drago's ear. His eyes widened, but desire got the better of him.
With furtive glances, they retreated to the hostel up the road. Satin's laughter echoed against the stone walls. She was already wet, waiting. Drago entered, fierce and demanding. Satin moaned, legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Their bodies collided, a wild dance of passion in the dim candlelight.
Words of filthy desire spilled from their lips, as they lost themselves in the rhythm of their primal encounter. Drago grunted, his hands exploring every inch of Satin's supple body, while she clawed at his back, urging him on.
Satin's moans grew louder, her nails digging into Drago's skin. Sweat glistened on their bodies as the heat between them intensified. Their animalistic dance continued, each thrust harder than the last, until they both reached the peak of pleasure.
A final gasp, a shuddering climax, and they collapsed against each other, their tired bodies entwined. As they lay there, catching their breath, they shared a knowing glance; their secret pleasure, a forbidden game they would continue to play.
With the night still young, they dressed in silence, their sinful tryst adding to the electric
