Went to a Soappy Shop — While My Wife Was Pregnant the Lady Who Came Out Was My Wife's Friend part 3
Deep in the steamy haze of a soapy shop, my wife’s friend slips out, alluring and raw. Her body glows under the flickering lights, skin slick with lather. I watch, breathless, as she leans close, whispering secrets only we can hear. The scent of soap and desire wraps around us, tight and electric. She’s mine to touch, mine to claim—every inch of her, every moan, every sigh.
Deep in the steamy haze of a soapy shop, my wife’s friend slips out, alluring and raw. Her body glows under the flickering lights, skin slick with lather. I watch, breathless, as she leans close, whispering secrets only we can hear. The scent of soap and desire wraps around us, tight and electric. She’s mine to touch, mine to claim—every inch of her, every moan, every sigh.
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