Her heart races as she nods, willing herself not to let desire cloud her judgment. "Yes," she whispers, "let's take things slow." She needs time to process everything that just happened between them and figure out what she truly wants.

For now, all she knows is that she never wants this moment to end.

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Her relief and pleasure fade away abruptly when his hands leave her body, and she looks up at him questioningly. But before she can say anything, they find themselves lost in each other once again, knowing there will be plenty of opportunities for them to explore this newfound connection slowly yet passionately.

"Let me... let me touch you," she manages to get out between gasps for air. Her hands move down his chest, fumbling with the button of his pants before sliding inside to wrap around his hard length. He's so big, so hot against her fingers... it feels incredible.

Her touch seems to have the desired effect; Aleksandr groans deeply as she begins to stroke him in time with her own need. The sound of skin on skin echoes through the empty stall, a primal song of desire and lust. She presses herself back against him, feeling his cock slide between her folds as he seats himself on the toilet.

There’s nothing wrong with that, I think it’s just the right amount of intimacy for us, Marco. The silence between them was almost deafening. Once they had reclined onto the bed, both of them drifted off into unconsciousness.

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