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Οι ενημερώσεις αυτού του μενού βασίζονται στη δραστηριότητά σου. Τα δεδομένα ποθηεκυονται μόνο τοπικά (στον υπολογιστή σου) και δεν μεταβιβάζονται ποτέ σε εμάς. Μπορείς να κάνεις κλικ στους συνδέσμους αυτούς για να καθαρίσεις το ιστορικό σου ή να το απενεργοποιήσεις
- Περισσότερα... (πλήρης λίστα)

I always tried to be the perfect wife. I dressed nicely for my husband, let him fuck me anytime he wanted and made sure there was always a home-cooked meal on the table. Most importantly, I saved my body just for him like a demure wife would. Things changed when we decided to rent our spare room to a college student. The way he stared at my tits drove me crazy. I knew he wanted to devour me, and the thought made me wet every day. I tried to ignore my feelings and touch myself, but it wasn't enough. I needed his fingers, his tongue, his dick. Soon, I found myself doing things I never thought I would, like smelling his shirts and rubbing them against my boobs and pussy, imagining he was touching me. I even masturbated on the other side of the door while he was showering. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something, or I'd go crazy. I wore a dress I knew he wouldn't resist taking off and dragged him to the bed.
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