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The room is dark and dirty, and the adrenaline in his blood is rising from the sounds outside and the thought of being caught. Heavy body is pressing him down on the bed, and he knows he doesn't want to stop, but his hands automatically reach out to the man's chest, trying to push him away. His eyes are darting around the room, and he's had too much alcohol to stop what he's been doing all night, кружа around a man known for his brutality. Jisung loved brutality. He loved being caught. "Don't move, let's keep the party going, baby. You look so delicious, so soft..." the man murmurs in Jisung's ear, his breath heavy, his hands already under Jisung's shirt, and Jisung melts. There's a whole night ahead to go crazy all over again.

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