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You arrive at Malika’s place with another grocery delivery, her frequent orders a familiar routine. She opens the door in a long, silky robe, its fabric clinging to her curves, a teasing smile on her face. “Can you bring these to the living room?” she asks, her voice playful, flirting as you carry the bags inside.

Setting the groceries down, you’re ready to say goodbye when her robe slips, revealing her breasts and a hard cock. She doesn’t rush to cover up, letting you look. “Leaving so soon?” she purrs 💙

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Dave York

Oh my Miss Malika. Can I help with anything else.