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UNEXPECTED VISITOR,3

Author: Queen Flora
last update publish date: 2026-05-12 14:12:37

I froze, fingers still buried deep inside my soaked pussy, legs spread wide like a slut on display. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I’d pass out. A tall, muscular guy I’d seen around the neighborhood a few times stood just inside my room, eyes locked on my exposed body. His cock strained hard against his trousers, the bulge thick and obvious.

“Oh my god!” I gasped, yanking my hand away and trying to close my legs. “Who the fuck are you? Get out!”

He didn’t move. Those dark ey
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