Mom’s Naughty Santa Encounter
By SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Jessica crouched behind the oversized armchair in the living room, her pulse thumping steadily in her ears like a war drum. The house was silent except for the faint crackle of embers dying in the fireplace, the air thick with the scent of pine from the Christmas tree she’d decorated earlier that month. At 38, with her curvy frame squeezed into tight jeans and a sweater that hugged her full breasts, she gripped the handgun
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