Riley’s question hung heavy in the air between us.She sat on her red velvet couch, silk robe barely clinging to her body, legs slightly parted, eyes locked on mine with raw hunger. Her hand rested teasingly just above her smooth pussy, fingers tracing lazy circles on her lower stomach.I swallowed hard, my cock now fully hard and straining against my jeans.“Tell me,” I finally said, my voice rough. “What did you imagine me doing to you last night?”Riley’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. She took another sip of wine, then set the glass down and leaned back, letting her robe fall completely open on both sides. Her full, heavy breasts spilled out, nipples already stiff and begging for attention. Her smooth, pink pussy was now fully exposed — glistening with wetness.“I imagined you watching me through the window again,” she started, her voice low and sultry. “But this
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