Lylou Glams' Morning Banana

Lylou Glams awakes to a craving, not for breakfast, but for the feel of something firm and ripe. She reaches for her perfect, unblemished banana, a promise of satisfaction. Her nimble fingers peel back the yellow skin, revealing the smooth, enticing form within. Lylou's tongue flickers out, tasting the tip, her eyes closing in anticipation. She guides the fruit between her legs, feeling the cool, hard length press against her warm, wet folds. Her hips undulate, grinding against the banana, as she imagines it's something - or someone - else entirely.

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