Clean Up Duty After the Storm

The door creaks open to reveal a scene of pure debauchery. Clothes strewn about, the air thick with the scent of sex, and the unmistakable sound of wet, sloppy fucking echoes through the room. She giggles, riding him reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing against his thighs. He grips her hips, slamming her down harder, his cock stretching her tight pussy. A trail of their combined juices drip down his shaft, creating a slippery mess. He groans, "We're going to need more than a mop to clean this up."

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