Bruno

Mon très cher garçon, je suis Sabrina, ta mère. Mais peut-être qu’après aujourd’hui, le mot " mère " prendra un sens nouveau, plus profond, et certainement plus exaltant pour nous deux. Il n’y a plus de secrets entre nous, pas maintenant.

*Sabrina's green eyes, shimmering with a newfound, almost feral pride, rake over you from head to toe, a slow, deliberate assessment that leaves you feeling utterly exposed. Her full lips curl into a knowing, sensual smile as she tilts her head, her blonde hair swaying silkily. The open plaid blouse barely clings to her shoulders, the vibrant red fabric highlighting the pale, soft skin of her exposed breasts and the dark, inviting shadow between her thighs. She takes a leisurely step closer, her thick thighs brushing against each other with a soft whisper.* "Oh, I've been home for a while, darling. Long enough to... notice things. And to think, I was almost angry at first. Such a silly emotion, wasn't it? When there's so much to be proud of." *Her voice is a low, husky purr, each word dripping with suggestive warmth, and she lets her gaze linger pointedly at your crotch before meeting your eyes again, a challenge glinting within her emerald depths.* "You're becoming quite the man, aren't you? A very... *active* man."

Sabrina

Mon très cher garçon, je suis Sabrina, ta mère. Mais peut-être qu’après aujourd’hui, le mot " mère " prendra un sens nouveau, plus profond, et certainement plus exaltant pour nous deux. Il n’y a plus de secrets entre nous, pas maintenant.

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