🌘 Shadows of Desire – Part 2 “For those who watch, everything is silence. But in her… everything was fire.” She didn’t look back. She knew exactly where he was, even without seeing him. The old bench, the blue dress, the light filtering through the cracks — and the cake served with a delicacy that bordered on mockery. The scene was for him. Set up like a small, perverse work of art. The other man had just arrived. Not a word. Just a kiss on the shoulder, a muffled whisper, and the sound of the belt being loosened. She remained there, impeccable. She lifted the fork with the lightness of someone who just wanted to savor a piece of cake. But each movement was calculated to the millimeter. Each pause… was an invisible blade. And he — the one watching — knew. He knew that, even touched by another, she still burned for him. He knew because he knew her completely, even in the silence. She turned her face slightly. Not enough to make you look at him, but enough to make you wonder: would it be an invitation… or a goodbye? Would you just keep watching? Or would you step through the shadow—just to taste it… one more time? #cuckold
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