My Husband May Come Home Soon - Jessie Rogers
Jessie Rogers slinks into the frame, lips glossy, eyes hungry, as the door creaks open. Her husband’s rough hands grip her waist, dragging her to the edge of the bed. He slams into her, raw and unapologetic, as she moans, 'Take me, I’m yours.' The room pulses with sweat and need, a fevered climax🚀 of power and passion.
Jessie Rogers slinks into the frame, lips glossy, eyes hungry, as the door creaks open. Her husband’s rough hands grip her waist, dragging her to the edge of the bed. He slams into her, raw and unapologetic, as she moans, 'Take me, I’m yours.' The room pulses with sweat and need, a fevered climax🚀 of power and passion.
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