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perfumed myself with the scent he liked so much,

opened the Kamasutra, and started thinking only about hot sex.

To infect him with my mood.

But I guess I overdid it with my eagerness.

There was one thing I hadn't considered. It turned out that there was only one condom left in the whole house.

Oh, okay. If I used it wisely, I could come three or even four times, if I wanted to.

But while I was teasing him with my sweet ass, something terrible happened.

The condom ripped.

He covered my face with a pillow so I could scream out loud without fear of disturbing

the neighbors, and a eye melted in his hands like a candle.

His plunger turned me into a pleasure factory.

I wanted him more and more, and my ***** knew it, making sure I didn't see that he wasn't

wearing a condom.

When I sensed something was wrong, his cum was already streaming down my thighs.

Thick, sticky, filled with the heat of life and the sweetness of sin.

It was a testament to my passion, a sign of his love, cosmic knowledge, and domestic wisdom.

Everything in the world at that moment ripened like sweet fruit, overripe, burst, and flowed

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