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The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I strolled hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, Ethan, through the sprawling orchard. Rows of knobby apple trees stretched before us, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. We had arrived early, eager to beat the crowds and savor this idyllic fall morning together.
As we wandered deeper into the orchard, a strange, pulsating rhythm began to filter through the branches above. It sounded like a primal chant, growing louder with each step. Ethan and I exchanged curious glances, our hearts quickening in unison.
Suddenly, a burst of carnal moans replaced the chant, sending shivers down my spine. We rounded a bend in the path, and the scene that unfolded before us was nothing short of surreal.
