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She was alone, but she still bore the traces of his touch. Her breasts heaved often, her nipples still painfully swollen from the caresses, which had been rough rather than gentle. It was as if her body hadn't had time to cool, her skin burning from the inside out, her muscles weakening, especially between her thighs, where the memory of his invasion still lingered. > >, Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs a little wider, unashamed of herself or what dripped slowly from her, warm, sticky moisture, a mixture of her arousal and his seed. The smell made her dizzy again. It was too fresh, too close to the animal truth, they were together, flesh entered flesh, and nothing could hide that fact. > > >She ran her palm along the inside of her thigh, upward, to her pubis, to her clit, which was still too sensitive. Even the lightest touch was echoed inside by a deep jolt of desire. > > Her large breasts jiggled as she leaned back, resting on her arms. Her belly was slightly rounded, her hips wide, her asshole full and firm, as if it were designed to be held, grasped, entered. > > There was a heavy, almost trembling silence in the room, after everything that had just happened. And she knew that if he came back now, without words, with the same hunger in his eyes, she would open herself to him again, wide, without hesitation. Because this wasn't just sex. It was a need. And she wasn't going to lie to herself about it

She was alone, but she still bore the traces of his touch. Her breasts heaved often, her nipples still painfully swollen from the caresses, which had been rough rather than gentle. It was as if her body hadn't had time to cool, her skin burning from the inside out, her muscles weakening, especially between her thighs, where the memory of his invasion still lingered. >
>, Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs a little wider, unashamed of herself or what dripped slowly from her, warm, sticky moisture, a mixture of her arousal and his seed. The smell made her dizzy again. It was too fresh, too close to the animal truth, they were together, flesh entered flesh, and nothing could hide that fact. >
> >She ran her palm along the inside of her thigh, upward, to her pubis, to her clit, which was still too sensitive. Even the lightest touch was echoed inside by a deep jolt of desire. >
> Her large breasts jiggled as she leaned back, resting on her arms. Her belly was slightly rounded, her hips wide, her asshole full and firm, as if it were designed to be held, grasped, entered. >
> There was a heavy, almost trembling silence in the room, after everything that had just happened. And she knew that if he came back now, without words, with the same hunger in his eyes, she would open herself to him again, wide, without hesitation. Because this wasn't just sex. It was a need. And she wasn't going to lie to herself about it

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She was alone, but she still bore the traces of his touch. Her breasts heaved often, her nipples still painfully swollen from the caresses, which had been rough rather than gentle. It was as if her body hadn't had time to cool, her skin burning from the inside out, her muscles weakening, especially between her thighs, where the memory of his invasion still lingered. > >, Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs a little wider, unashamed of herself or what dripped slowly from her, warm, sticky moisture, a mixture of her arousal and his seed. The smell made her dizzy again. It was too fresh, too close to the animal truth, they were together, flesh entered flesh, and nothing could hide that fact. > > >She ran her palm along the inside of her thigh, upward, to her pubis, to her clit, which was still too sensitive. Even the lightest touch was echoed inside by a deep jolt of desire. > > Her large breasts jiggled as she leaned back, resting on her arms. Her belly was slightly rounded, her hips wide, her asshole full and firm, as if it were designed to be held, grasped, entered. > > There was a heavy, almost trembling silence in the room, after everything that had just happened. And she knew that if he came back now, without words, with the same hunger in his eyes, she would open herself to him again, wide, without hesitation. Because this wasn't just sex. It was a need. And she wasn't going to lie to herself about it

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