THREE-WAY ACTION ACROSS THE BRIDGE

The iron bridge groaned under the intense pressure. Their sessions were feverish, echoing through the bare structure. He squealed with each push, her cries a mix of pain. It was a display of raw, unadulterated passion. They appeared oblivious to the world around them, lost in their private inferno. Sinful Stowaways in Sector 7 A torrent of rumor