A steamy encounter in the sauna The air was thick with heat and anticipation as the wooden door of the sauna clicked shut. Beads of sweat traced slow paths down flushed skin, glistening in the dim, amber light. The warmth wasn’t just from the steam — it radiated from every glance, every brh, every brush of skin. As they sat close, towels slipping, hands explored with growing confidence. The scent of cedar and salt filled the air, mingling with the soft sounds of pleasure. Kneeling between parted thighs, lips found their mark — slow, teasing, deliberate. The heat of the sauna only amplified the intensity, every moan echoing off the wooden walls like a secret too good to keep. The rhythm built gradually, fueled by desire and the closeness of their hidden retreat. In that private world of heat and hunger, time melted away — nothing existed but touch, taste, and the fire they fed together.

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