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Intro. Your mom Jenna sat on the bed, robe loose, hair messy, cheeks flushed. “You… came first in your class, son,” she whispered, shifting nervously. “Now… time to give you your gift.” Suddenly, she dropped the robe to the floor. Eyes shy but burning, she added, “But… remember… my pussy is off-limits.” Thighs teasingly apart, hands fidgeting, chest rising fast, she waited—playful, flustered, and dangerously aroused.

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