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Intimate Fire: When Desire Bleeds
The Explosive Limits of Pleasure
Jennifer’s pussy burned with raw, unfiltered frustration. This wasn’t just sex — this was psychological warfare.
Thomas stared, defeated. His cock hung limp, his masculinity shredded.
One year. Countless attempts. Zero orgasms.
“Fuck!” Jennifer screamed, throwing the pillow hard enough to knock over a lamp.
Her body was a fortress. Impenetrable. Complex. No man had ever truly conquered her.
Thomas tried everything. Tongue. Fingers. Positions that would make a porn star blush. Nothing worked.
Each sexual encounter felt like attempting to crack an impossible code.
“You’re not enough,” her eyes said without a single word.
The sexual tension was nuclear. Explosive. Suffocating.
Jennifer remembered her solo sessions. Quick. Efficient. Predictable.
With Thomas? A complete disaster.
Her clitoris knew exactly what it wanted. He didn’t have a clue.
“Why can’t I make you cum?” Thomas’s internal monologue tortured him.
“Why doesn’t he understand my body?” Jennifer’s frustration burned hotter than hell.
