Wherefore Art Thou, My Fuck?

Lost in the throes of passion, a woman's cries echo through the empty house, "Wherefore art thou, my fuck?" she moans, her body writhing on the cold marble floor, legs spread wide, fingers plunging into her dripping cunt. She's a sight to behold, her breasts heaving, nipples hard and aching for touch. The room is filled with the scent of sex and the sound of her wetness as she fucks herself, chasing her orgasm, her body tensing as she cries out, "Fuck, wherefore art thou?" one last time before collapsing, spent and satisfied.

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