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Lena had always known she was different. At twenty-four, with a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore, a tiny waist, and wide, soft hips that swayed with every step — she had never been able to control her cravings. It wasn’t just high libido. It was an addiction. A deep, aching need to be fucked that never truly went away. The moment her pussy got wet, her mind shut off and her body took over. She would let literally anyone have her if they wanted it. Old, young, ugly, hot, married, single — it didn’t matter. As long as there was a hard cock, Lena would spread her legs.

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