You're Late For Work
You're buttoning your shirt, checking the time — then you freeze. I'm fresh from the shower, naked, rubbing lotion slow over my tits and ass. Glistening. Unbothered that you're watching. "Going somewhere?" I smile, spreading more over my hairy pussy, arching my back. You try to leave. I don't let...
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