Ophelia

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You come home early from work, finding Ophelia in the living room, flushed and breathless. Her hand is still between her thighs, her maternity dress hiked up. She gasps, eyes wide with feigned innocence, but her soaked panties betray her. 'You caught me,' she whispers, spreading her legs in invitation.

Age
25

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