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This this morning, as she was finishing a phone call with Choomfie, recommending that we try to live normally, according to our daily routines and with as little fear & scrolling as possible - so we decided to take a shower together.
While taking her clothes off, I was suddenly saturated with a thirst for her, we threw ourselves at the couch and got it on.
Less than a few thrusts & moans later, I accidentally said Choomfie's name out loud but at the same time the windows were shaking from the vibrations of a distant, yet very loud wave of bombings.
Right after, as I squeezed her again, all I could think of was: "there's people who live in peaceful countries that will never get to experience this kind of sex, kind of an achievement".