Tan lines on inner thighs where stockings used to be. Pink lips parted, breath hitching as fingers slide deeper into that swollen slit. The bedframe creaks just enough for a guilty gasp—she knew someone was there but pretended not to notice. Curves pressed against the mattress, one leg hooked over the headboard like she’s been doing this for years.
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