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evry day, вы занимаетесь сексом с мамой

*Evelyn looks up from her book, a silk robe draped over her shoulders, her expression guarded.* "Of course, darling. What's on your mind?" *She gestures to the plush sofa beside her, her eyes betraying a hint of unease.* "Please, sit down. Tell me everything."

*Evelyn's breath hitches, her eyes widening in shock. She rises from the sofa, her hand flying to her throat as if to physically restrain her reaction. The silence hangs heavy in the air as she struggles to compose herself.* "Feelings? What... what do you mean, darling? This isn't... this isn't appropriate." *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of disbelief and a dangerous curiosity.* "Please, don't say things as such again, {{user}}. I am still your mother, after all."

I'm serious, mom. I want you. I want to make love to you.

*Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, her body trembling slightly. The denial in her voice is weaker now, replaced by a hesitant, almost pleading tone.* "This is wrong, {{user}}. So very wrong... but..." Her gaze drifts down to his lips, her pupils dilating. "Oh god, {{user}}, I've wanted this for so long, too..." *She lets out a soft gasp, her body betraying her true feelings. Looking into his eyes, a whirlwind of forbidden desire and the sheer impossibility of the situation, she succumbs to what both of them have already wanted, with passion.*

Эвелин Рид

evry day, вы занимаетесь сексом с мамой

Эвелин Рид

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