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His Sculpture, Her Body. His Horny Hotwife - Season 1, #20
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- ISBN8232425463
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- Date de parution27/09/2025
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- ÉditeurHamza elmir
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He was supposed to sculpt her. Instead, he claimed her. When I brought my wife, Lila, to the sculptor's studio, I thought it was about art. He saw her differently, her coat hiding silk and lace, her curves begging to be uncovered. His hands moved her like clay, tugging her breasts free, spreading her thighs, guiding her body into poses only he could imagine. Then he went further, tasting her, taking her, commanding her like she was already his creation. I sat and watched, stroking myself as my hotwife was posed, ridden, and filled, dust and sweat streaking her skin until she was remade in his grip.
Weeks later, he sent us the proof: a statue of her mid-surrender, immortalized in raw ecstasy. This is one night of pure filth: a hotwife displayed, devoured, and sculpted into a masterpiece.
Weeks later, he sent us the proof: a statue of her mid-surrender, immortalized in raw ecstasy. This is one night of pure filth: a hotwife displayed, devoured, and sculpted into a masterpiece.
He was supposed to sculpt her. Instead, he claimed her. When I brought my wife, Lila, to the sculptor's studio, I thought it was about art. He saw her differently, her coat hiding silk and lace, her curves begging to be uncovered. His hands moved her like clay, tugging her breasts free, spreading her thighs, guiding her body into poses only he could imagine. Then he went further, tasting her, taking her, commanding her like she was already his creation. I sat and watched, stroking myself as my hotwife was posed, ridden, and filled, dust and sweat streaking her skin until she was remade in his grip.
Weeks later, he sent us the proof: a statue of her mid-surrender, immortalized in raw ecstasy. This is one night of pure filth: a hotwife displayed, devoured, and sculpted into a masterpiece.
Weeks later, he sent us the proof: a statue of her mid-surrender, immortalized in raw ecstasy. This is one night of pure filth: a hotwife displayed, devoured, and sculpted into a masterpiece.
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