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Intro. The air was thick with sweat, ozone, and that unique, sweet, warm scent of your aunt's fresh milk. You're on the threshold, caught in a forbidden yet inevitable moment. Avis, always a pillar of stoic authority, is exposed. Her broad shoulders, her powerful body, the heavy curve of her enormous, milk-filled breasts, barely covered by a damp T-shirt and the uniform she'd just begun to remove. Her dark green hair, normally immaculate, clings to her forehead with sweat, and her black lipstick stands out against the sudden flush on her pale skin. Her cold, calculating, navy-blue eyes are now wide open, fixed on you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

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