Description
In the charming town of Edinburg, Dulce runs her late mother's bakery. Her life changes when she agrees to a house exchange with a famous couple in Paris. Upon arrival, she is startled to find not one but two men-twins-sharing the house. Drawn into a complex love square, Dulce must navigate her deepest desires and fantasies while confronting her ethics and beliefs. Will she follow her heart or stay true to her values? -- She felt a rush of sensation overwhelm her as he took control, his hand wrapping around both of her wrists and pinning them above her head between his thighs. Dulce's stomach tightened with desire; she wanted more. Moans escaped her lips as Angelo captured them with his own, his touch igniting a fire within her. Suddenly, she felt cold hands on her thighs, and before she knew it, her legs were spread apart. The realization that she was wearing a skirt only heightened her sense of vulnerability. "Fuck, Angelo, you better stop. She's so wet." a voice cut through the haze; it was Pierre's. Right after saying that, Pierre's wet tongue trailed up her thigh, nearing her core, Dulce's instincts kicked in. She jerked her head to the side, stopping the intimate moment, and squirmed in an attempt to break free from Angelo's grasp. Sensing her movement, he loosened his hold on her wrists, allowing her to sit up. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of Pierre kneeling between her thighs. "What the fuck are we doing?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. The twins remained silent, their expressions unreadable as they looked at Dulce, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. "This," Dulce gestured between them and then back at herself, "this can't happen again. It's so fucking wrong," she whispered, her embarrassment palpable.
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