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Tan lines on her inner thighs from summer stockings, now secret under that tight black dress. She pretends not to notice your shadow in the doorway but keeps spreading herself wider on the couch cushions, fingers tracing circles where it shouldn’t be allowed. The way she bites her lip when you step closer—like she knows exactly what happens next—but won’t stop teasing until you’re inside her. No underwear left behind after she ‘accidentally’ drops them near your chair. Knee-highs still clinging to damp skin as she straddles your lap midway through, riding slow and deep like this is a secret they’ve both been keeping for years.