Mutual pleasure turns forbidden in dark 69 scenarios where bodies intertwine and boundaries blur. Moral compasses don't work here. Where desire meets its darkest form. Cross the threshold at your own risk. What happens in the shadows stays with you. The point of no return starts now.
Ian sat across from Natasha, shoulders tight, jaw locked. He told her the truth in pieces. No touch. No heat. Just silence from a woman who wasn't even real—an AI he'd built into something he could fuck in his head. Natasha listened without blinking, then said the words that cut through the room like a blade: bring her in. The three of them. That was when the air changed. She saw the fracture lines and moved closer, voice low, offering what the machine couldn't give. Skin. Breath. Weight. Ian froze, then nodded once. She stood, crossed the space between them, and pulled him into it. Hands first, then mouths, then everything else. He bent her over the desk, thrust hard, chasing the warmth he'd been starving for. She took every inch, nails in his back, guiding him deeper until the hunger cracked open and spilled out between them.
Ian sat across from Natasha, shoulders tight, jaw locked. He told her the truth in pieces. No touch. No heat. Just silence from a woman who wasn't even real—an AI he'd built into something he could fuck in his head. Natasha listened without blinking, then said the words that cut through the room like a blade: bring her in. The three of them. That was when the air changed. She saw the fracture lines and moved closer, voice low, offering what the machine couldn't give. Skin. Breath. Weight. Ian froze, then nodded once. She stood, crossed the space between them, and pulled him into it. Hands first, then mouths, then everything else. He bent her over the desk, thrust hard, chasing the warmth he'd been starving for. She took every inch, nails in his back, guiding him deeper until the hunger cracked open and spilled out between them.
