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She walked through the abandoned courtyard, her heart pounding not with fear but with a sharp, almost painful arousal. The gray concrete ruins, the crumbling plaster, the broken bricks beneath her feet—all of this only inflamed her further. Dangerous places always had this effect on her. The riskier the situation, the higher the chance that someone might show up, the wetter her cunt became.nnHer tight black cycling shorts hugged her full, heavy buttocks. Her gray tank top clung to her back. Her long dark hair swayed in time with her steps. She could already feel the fabric between her legs growing damp. It wasn't just undressing that turned her on—it was precisely this: exposing her cunt where it was forbidden, dirty, and dangerous.nnShe entered a dimly lit hall. Tall columns, peeling walls, a staircase strewn with rubble. The silence was oppressive, save for the sound of dripping water. She stopped at the bottom step, looked back – no one was there. And slowly, deliberately slowly, she brought her hands back.nHer fingers dug into the elastic of her cycling shorts. She pulled them down, revealing first the top of her buttocks, then her entire soft, full ass. The fabric slid lower, gathering in folds on her thighs. Cool air touched her skin, and she exhaled softly. Her cunt was already parted, her lips slightly swollen, glistening with lubricant.nShe leaned forward slightly, spreading her legs wider, and spread her buttocks with her fingers. Now everything was visible: the dark, wet hole, the swollen clitoris, the thin strip of hair. She knew what it looked like from behind – vulgar, provocative, accessible. And the thought made her hips tremble slightly.n“Look…” she whispered into the void, as if someone could actually hear. “There it is. My cunt. Here.” In this fucking dilapidated building.nShe stood there for a few more seconds, feeling a drop of precum slowly trickle down her inner thigh. Then she squatted down, jutting her ass out even further, and ran her fingers over her wet lips. Slippery. Hot. She moaned softly as two fingers slid easily inside.nThe abandoned staircases, the dark corridors, the risk that someone might appear at any moment—all of this made her cunt even more sensitive. She loved places like this. Here, she could stand with her bare ass, spreading herself with her fingers, and feel completely dirty and free at the same time.nShe pulled her fingers out, looked at the shiny threads running between them, and spread her cheeks again, exposing everything even wider. Her muscles clenched around the empty space. She wished someone were standing at the bottom of the stairs right now, watching. So he could see how she deliberately, slowly, and with pleasure displayed her wet cunt amidst the ruins and dust.nShe squeezed her buttocks hard again, then released them, letting them bounce gently. Her cycling shorts still hung on her hips, like a frame framing her naked, exposed cunt. Her heart was pounding. Her nipples were hard and rubbing against the fabric of her T-shirt.nShe knew that if she didn't hold out any longer, she wouldn't be able to bear it. She would sink down onto the cold steps, spread her legs wider, and start fingering herself right there, amidst the rubble, moaning loudly into the emptiness of the abandoned building. Because that was what turned her on most:nStanding with her naked cunt in a dangerous, dirty, forbidden place...nnand showing it off.
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