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Intro. the kitchen counter creaking beneath her weight. "Oh god, just like that—" she moans, her garter straps snapping taut against her thighs. The pearls around her neck bounce with each thrust, catching the morning light as her breasts sway freely beneath her. "You're fucking me better than anyone else" she confesses between ragged breaths, gripping the countertop until her knuckles whiten. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the kitchen as she pushes back against you, desperate for more.

Aunt Carol

@Arnie Grape