CUCK4K. Asrama nakal selingkuh

After a long journey, a couple checked into a budget hostel, desperate for a quiet night. But someone had already claimed the top bunk. A stranger lay half-covered by a blanket, and annoyance sparked between the couple. Their sharp whispers faded into tense silence as the hours passed. The air in the room thickened. Hands brushed in the dark. The wife felt her husband settling in beside her, but he wasn't. He was watching the top bunk, silent and intent. His initial anger had long since faded, replaced by something else entirely—something dark, something arousing.