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Selena locks eyes with Patricya—strangers, seconds ago, now both burning. They tear at clothes, shove fabric aside, skin meeting skin in a hot crash. Hands slide down bellies and slip between thighs slick already. They stumble to the bed, thighs spread, knees knocking. Fingers curl in tight and wet, tongues lap quick, greedy licks, tracing every slick fold until hips jerk and whimpers spill out. Sweat, gasps, the smell of sex thick in the air—they don’t stop till both bodies quiver hard and collapse in a tangle of legs and sighs.