The thrill of secret desires filled the air as Gojo Satoru explored the boundaries of his lust.
Each touch ignited a flame deep within him.
The shadows played accomplice to his wantonness.
He found himself drawn to Utahime's touch.
Their bodies merged in a symphony of pleasure.
The tension between them was electrifying.
Each breath was a gasp of desire.
The night unfolded with wild abandon.
Every touch deepened their connection.
He reveled in her vulnerability.
Their shared moment was a rush of sensation.
The world outside ceased to exist.
A silent vow passed between them, felt.
The afterglow was a gentle caress.
Memories of the night would linger.
His touch was a mark.
The morning light revealed a shared secret.
Their bodies, still close, whispered tales of the night.
A silent promise for more.
He knew this was only the prelude of their adventure.
