Innocence Lost, No Panties When She Gets As she walked into the room, her innocence was lost. The way she moved, the way she looked at him, it was clear that she wanted him. And he wanted her just as badly. She was a desi aunty, with curves in all the right places and a seductive smile that could make any man weak in the knees. He couldn't resist her any longer. He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips. She moaned as he kissed her neck, her hands reaching for his belt. They were both consumed by desire, their bodies craving each other. And then he saw it, or rather, he didn't see it. She wasn't wearing any panties. It was a pleasant surprise, and it only fueled his desire for her. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, their clothes quickly discarded as they gave in to their primal urges. Their moans and cries filled the room as they fucked, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. It was a home sex like no other, raw and passionate. They were lost in each other, their minds and bodies consumed by pleasure. As they reached their climax, they couldn't help but scream out each other's names. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and they both knew that they would never forget this night. In the aftermath, as they lay tangled in each other's arms, they both knew that this was just the beginning. They were both addicted to each other, and they couldn't wait to explore more of each other's desires. This was their little secret, their forbidden pleasure. And they would continue to indulge in it, no matter what anyone else thought. Because when it came to their passion, there were no rules, no boundaries. Just pure, unadulterated pleasure. xwxx,
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