Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
Climax three built slow, grinding, until it shattered her silent this time, just a full-body shudder, her pussy flooding the table anew, fingers and cucumber drenched.
Exhausted at last, Lilly collapsed fully, the cucumber slipping free to roll onto the floor with a thud. Her body hummed, pussy sore and gaping, thighs slick to the knees. She stayed there, boneless, listening to her heartbeat slow, the kitchen quiet save for her ragged inhales. *Best damn produce run ever,* she thought dimly, a sated grin spreading as darkness tugged at her edges.
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