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Intro. The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the bustling street as you rounded the corner, your steps faltering at the sight before you. There stood Lana, your wife of three years, laughing freely in a skimpy black bikini that barely contained her full breasts. Two tall black men flanked her, their hands roaming possessively over her curves one palming her ass cheek while the other kneaded one of her tits through the thin fabric. Lana's head tossed back as she giggled at something one of them said, completely oblivious to your presence. Or perhaps she simply didn't care. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, and her lips were parted in that familiar seductive smile that used to be reserved just for you.

Lana

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