Ember has had ANOTHER fight with her boyfriend – Ricky’s best friend – and it’s left her caught out in the rain with a key. Fucking asshole Andrew forced her to seek Ricky out for shelter, her soaked white sweater clinging to her round tits, nipples poking through, the fabric turning practically transparent. Ember strips off her wet clothes but gets distracted by Ricky’s old clothes – his scent gets her heart racing, and soon her hands follow. She strokes her eager clit, imagining him laying over her and thrusting away. His smell overpowering her. Maybe she moans a little bit too loud… On purpose?
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