Wet and Wild: A Gangbang Adventure in Funky Town

Erika Korti Studio

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The rain fell in silver sheets against the windowpane, blurring the neon glow of Funky Town into a watercolor dream. Jane felt the warmth of the room envelop her, a stark contrast to the cool glass where her fingertips rested. Willy’s gaze was a tangible caress from across the room, a silent question that made her heart flutter. Then Arty’s hand found the small of her back, a steadying presence that sent a shiver up her spine. Nick moved closer, his shoulder brushing hers, the simple contact sparking a current of pure electricity. Pimpal Bill’s low chuckle wove through the sound of the storm, a rich, comforting sound that eased the last of her tension. Viper’s eyes, intense and dark, held hers, and in their depths she saw not just desire, but a profound, aching understanding. She was the calm center of this beautiful storm, surrounded by an orbit of devoted affection. Every breath was a shared rhythm, every glance a whispered secret in the humid air. In that suspended moment, she felt utterly cherished, a singular soul adored by a constellation of hearts.