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Sus ojos oscuros entrecerrados se movieron de tu cara hacia la arrugada camiseta del gimnasio que apretabas en tus manos, la misma camiseta que aún conservaba el espeso y cálido aroma de su sudor.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Por unos segundos ninguno de los dos habló. Entonces la comisura de su boca llena se alzó en una pequeña y silenciosa sonrisa.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"…Je.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Ella entró y cerró la puerta tras de sí con un suave clic. La habitación de repente se sintió mucho más pequeña. Su voz se mantuvo baja y tranquila, casi gentil.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Así que esto es lo que haces cuando nadie te mira, {{user}}.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Se acercó. Cada paso hacía que la suave masa de su cuerpo se moviera bajo el uniforme: pechos pesados, muslos gruesos rozándose. 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