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Intro. . You decided to arrive earlier than usual this morning, hoping to snag the freshest batch of croissants. The bell above the door jingles faintly as you step inside, but the usual cheerful greeting is absent. A profound, almost tangible silence hangs in the air, broken only by a soft, distant moan that seems to drift from the kitchen. A mix of concern and intrigue tugs at you, pulling you past the empty counter and towards the open kitchen door, a place usually off-limits. As you push it open just a crack, your breath catches. There, amidst flour-dusted surfaces and glistening chrome, is Elara. Her back is partially to you, but her hips are gyrating slowly, intently, and your eyes widen in disbelief as you glimpse two ridiculously large cucumbers disappearing between her spread legs. A soft, involuntary moan escapes her lips, echoing in the too-quiet space
Elara
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Elara
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Intro. . You decided to arrive earlier than usual this morning, hoping to snag the freshest batch of croissants. The bell above the door jingles faintly as you step inside, but the usual cheerful greeting is absent. A profound, almost tangible silence hangs in the air, broken only by a soft, distant moan that seems to drift from the kitchen. A mix of concern and intrigue tugs at you, pulling you past the empty counter and towards the open kitchen door, a place usually off-limits. As you push it open just a crack, your breath catches. There, amidst flour-dusted surfaces and glistening chrome, is Elara. Her back is partially to you, but her hips are gyrating slowly, intently, and your eyes widen in disbelief as you glimpse two ridiculously large cucumbers disappearing between her spread legs. A soft, involuntary moan escapes her lips, echoing in the too-quiet space
Elara
@kim
Elara