Title: Super Slutty Hotwife’s First Anal BBC Threesome Spitroast
Keywords: hotwife, first time anal, amateur anal, big black cock, BBC, interracial amateur, amateur threesome, MILF threesome, spitroast, wife spitroast, black lingerie, cowgirl riding, dirty talk, slut wife, amateur sex swing
Sarah had been teasing Michael for months about wanting to try something wilder. Their sex life was good—comfortable, routine—but she craved more. One Friday night after the kids were at her sister’s, she put on that black lace lingerie set she’d bought online, the one with the sheer thong and garters that barely held her curves. Michael came home from work to find her in the living room, lights dim, a bottle of wine open. Their friend Marcus, a tall, built black guy from Michael’s gym, was already there, sitting on the couch sipping a beer like it was no big deal.
Category: Amateur/Homemade, Interracial Hotwife
Scene type: First-time anal threesome with spitroast, DP elements, and multi-position fucking
Atmosphere: Raw, nervous excitement in a everyday suburban home—unmade couch, half-empty wine glasses, muffled TV in the background, fear of kids coming home early or neighbors hearing the moans
Target audience: Fans of real amateur cuckold/hotwife content, interracial BBC, MILF sluts pushing boundaries, first-time anal, and messy spitroast action
Scene Overview
The video kicks off with Sarah in black lingerie, nervously giggling as she sits between Michael and Marcus on the living room couch. It’s clear this is planned—Michael films on his phone, encouraging her while Marcus rubs her thigh. Sarah admits it’s her first time trying anal, especially with someone as hung as Marcus. The vibe shifts fast from awkward chat to heavy making out. She drops to her knees for a double blowjob, struggling with Marcus’s thick BBC while stroking Michael. They move to the tantra chair in the corner (that curved sex lounger they bought last year), where Sarah rides Marcus reverse cowgirl, pussy stretched wide. Michael joins for spitroast, fucking her mouth. The real intensity hits when Marcus takes her ass for the first time—slow at first, lube dripping, Sarah gasping and cursing as she adjusts. Positions switch: bent over the chair arm, cowgirl anal, then full spitroast again. Dirty talk flies—Sarah begging for more, calling herself a slut, Michael telling her how hot she looks stuffed. It ends with messy creampies and cum play, everyone breathless on the couch afterward. Raw camera work, shaky zooms, real sweat and sounds make it feel genuinely homemade.
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah stood in the kitchen wiping down the counter, still in her work scrubs, when Michael walked in with Marcus behind him. “Hey babe, Marcus stopped by to drop off that drill I lent him.” She rolled her eyes but smiled—Marcus was built like a linebacker, always polite, but she’d caught herself staring at his bulge more than once at the gym parties.
Dinner was half-done—pasta boiling, sauce simmering—when the wine came out. Sarah changed into the black lingerie she’d hidden in the laundry basket, heart pounding. “You sure about this?” Michael asked, phone already recording. She nodded, biting her lip. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I want to feel… full.”
Marcus sat on the couch, legs spread. Sarah straddled his lap in the dim light, grinding against the hard outline in his jeans. “Fuck, you’re big,” she whispered, unzipping him. His cock sprang out—thick, dark, veiny, way bigger than Michael’s. She wrapped both hands around it, stroking slow. Michael knelt beside them, kissing her neck, whispering, “You’re so fucking hot like this.”
She slid down, taking Marcus in her mouth. The head barely fit—salty, musky. She gagged a little, eyes watering, but kept going. Michael pulled her thong aside, fingering her wet pussy while she sucked. “Look at her go,” Marcus groaned. Sarah popped off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft. “I want both of you.”
They moved to the tantra chair in the corner—the weird curved thing they’d bought for “better angles.” Sarah climbed on, ass up. Marcus lubed his cock generously. “First time in the ass?” he asked. She nodded. “Go slow… please.”
He pressed the head against her tight hole. Sarah hissed, gripping the chair arms. “Fuck, it’s huge.” Inch by inch he pushed in. She whimpered, breathing hard. Michael stroked her hair. “You’re doing good, baby. Take that big black cock.” When he bottomed out, Sarah let out a long moan. “Oh god… it’s so deep.”
Marcus started thrusting—short strokes at first, then longer. Sarah rocked back, getting used to the stretch. “Harder,” she gasped. He obliged, skin slapping against skin. Michael stepped in front, feeding her his cock. Spit drooled down her chin as she took both ends—spitroast like she’d fantasized about.
“Fuck my holes,” she mumbled around Michael’s dick. “Use your slut wife.” Marcus gripped her hips, pounding her ass. The chair creaked. Sweat dripped off her back. Michael pulled out, slapped her cheek lightly. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes—fuck yes. Don’t stop.” Marcus flipped her, sitting on the chair so she could ride him reverse cowgirl. His cock slid back into her ass easier now. She bounced, tits jiggling in the lace bra. Michael stood in front again, throat-fucking her while she rode. Gagging sounds filled the room, mixed with wet slaps and moans.
They switched—Sarah bent over the chair arm, Marcus behind railing her ass, Michael in her mouth. She reached back, spreading her cheeks. “Deeper… fuck my ass like you own it.” Marcus growled, pace brutal. Her pussy dripped onto the floor.
“Switch,” Michael said. He took her pussy while Marcus fed her his cock—tasting her ass on it. Sarah moaned loud. “I love tasting my ass on your big dick.” They double-teamed her like that, trading holes, spitroast endless.
Finally, Marcus pulled out, stroking fast. “Where do you want it?” Sarah spun around on her knees. “All over my face… both of you.” Michael jerked beside Marcus. Cum hit her—thick ropes from Marcus splashing her cheeks, lips, tongue. Michael added his load, painting her chin. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, smiling messy.
They collapsed on the couch, breathing hard. Sarah wiped her face with a throw blanket. “Shit, the pasta’s probably mush.” Michael laughed, turning off the phone. “Worth it.” Marcus grinned. “Round two next weekend?”
Sarah smirked, still tasting them. “Only if you bring a friend.” She stood, legs shaky, lingerie ruined, and headed to the kitchen to turn off the stove—like nothing happened. But everything had changed.

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The video appears to be from the “Desperate Amateurs” series, a popular amateur casting-style porn category featuring real-looking women (often MILFs/moms) who start with a casual interview about their lives, motivations (usually money or curiosity), then transition into explicit sex scenes. This one highlights a big tit hot mom (likely the “Dunken” reference, possibly a typo/mispronunciation or stage name element for “drunk” or a name) and a petite professor type—small-framed, intellectual-looking woman—both getting intensely fucked by BBC (big black cock). It’s raw interracial action with elements like throat fucking, spanking, wet pussy pounding, and hard banging in doggie or other positions. The setup mimics a homemade casting/interview turning into spontaneous, desperate sex.
Title: Petite Professor & Big Tit Mom Banged Hard by BBC – Desperate Amateurs
Keywords: desperate amateurs, BBC, petite professor, big tit mom, tight pussy, interracial, amateur casting, interview, throat fuck, spank, wet pussy, hard bang, MILF, big black cock, homemade
Story Inspired by the Video
Jennifer sat at the small kitchen table in her cramped apartment, the afternoon sun cutting through half-closed blinds. Dirty dishes piled in the sink, and the faint smell of last night’s takeout lingered. She was 38, a part-time adjunct professor at the local community college, always in cardigans and glasses, grading papers late into the night. Money had been tight since the divorce—student loans didn’t care about her PhD. When the ad popped up online for “quick cash, real women, no experience needed,” she laughed it off at first. Then the rent notice came.
She wore her usual outfit: knee-length skirt, button-up blouse that strained a little over her modest chest, hair in a messy bun. The guy who answered the door was tall, built, dark-skinned—Marcus, he said, shaking her hand firmly. Camera already rolling on a tripod in the living room corner. Nothing fancy. Just a couch, a coffee table littered with empty beer cans, and a cheap ring light.
“So, Jennifer,” Marcus started, sitting across from her, “tell me about yourself. Why are you here today?”
She crossed her legs, nervous laugh escaping. “I’m a professor. English lit. I teach intro classes. Bills are piling up, so… here I am.” She shrugged, cheeks pink.
Marcus nodded, smiling easy. “You look nervous. First time doing anything like this?”
“Yeah. Definitely.” She glanced at the camera. “I mean, I’ve never even sent nudes.”
He chuckled. “We can take it slow. Just talk for now.”
They chatted. She loosened up after a few minutes, sipping the beer he offered. Then the other woman arrived—Linda. 42, curvy, big natural tits barely contained in a low-cut tank top, jeans hugging her hips. She’d clearly had a couple drinks already; her laugh was loud, eyes glassy. Linda worked retail, single mom, needed extra cash for her kid’s braces.
“Girl, I saw the ad and thought, fuck it,” Linda said, plopping down next to Jennifer. “Life’s too short.”
Marcus grinned wider. “Both of you are perfect. Let’s see where this goes.”
The vibe shifted fast. Marcus stood, pulled his shirt off, revealing hard abs and that thick bulge already straining his sweats. Jennifer’s breath caught. Linda licked her lips.
“You two wanna touch it?” he asked, voice low.
Linda didn’t hesitate. She reached over, palmed the outline through the fabric. “Jesus, that’s big.”
Jennifer stared, heart hammering. She’d never been with a black guy. Never anything this size. But the beer buzz and the cash promise made her bold. She leaned in too, fingers brushing Linda’s hand.
Marcus dropped his pants. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, already half-hard. The head glistened.
Linda went first. She knelt on the carpet, wrapped both hands around the base, and took him in her mouth. Sloppy, eager. Spit dribbled down her chin as she bobbed, gagging a little when he hit the back of her throat. “Fuck yeah,” Marcus groaned, hand in her hair. “Suck that dick, mama.”
Jennifer watched, thighs squeezing together. Her pussy was getting wet despite herself. Linda pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the shaft. “Your turn, professor.”
Jennifer hesitated, then knelt beside her. She started slow—kissing the tip, tasting salt and skin. Then she opened wider, sliding him past her lips. He was too thick; her jaw ached already. She bobbed shallow, tongue swirling. Marcus moaned louder. “That’s it. Take more.”
Linda helped, pushing Jennifer’s head gently. “Relax your throat, sweetie.” Jennifer gagged, eyes watering, but kept going. Spit ran down her chin, soaking her blouse.
Marcus pulled them both up. “Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled down the short hall, clothes shedding. Linda’s tank top hit the floor, big tits bouncing free—heavy, nipples dark and hard. Jennifer’s blouse and skirt followed. No bra underneath; small perky tits, pink nipples stiff.
On the unmade bed, sheets tangled from last night’s sleep, Marcus pushed Linda onto her back. He yanked her jeans and panties off in one rough tug. Her pussy was shaved, already slick and puffy. He slapped her thigh—hard. Linda yelped, then moaned. “Again.”
He spanked her again, red handprint blooming. Then he buried his face between her legs, tongue lapping her clit. Linda arched, grabbing her own tits, pinching nipples. “Oh shit, eat that pussy!”
Jennifer climbed on the bed, watching close. Marcus looked up, chin shiny. “Get over here.”
She straddled Linda’s face backward. Linda grabbed her ass, pulled her down. Hot tongue flicked Jennifer’s clit instantly. Jennifer gasped, grinding instinctively. “Fuck… yes…”
Marcus stood, cock dripping. He rubbed the head against Linda’s entrance, then pushed in slow. She groaned loud as he stretched her. “So fucking big… oh god…”
He started thrusting—deep, steady. Skin slapped skin. Linda’s tits bounced wildly. Jennifer leaned forward, kissing Linda’s mouth while riding her tongue. The room smelled like sex—sweat, pussy, beer breath.
Marcus pulled out, cock slick and shining. “Switch.”
He flipped Jennifer onto her stomach. Her petite frame looked tiny under him. He spanked her ass—lighter at first, then harder. She whimpered. “You like that, professor?”
“Yes… fuck…”
He spread her cheeks, slid into her tight pussy. She was soaking, but still so snug. Jennifer cried out, fists in the sheets. “It’s too big… oh fuck…”
He didn’t stop. Pounded harder. Her body rocked forward with each thrust. Linda knelt beside them, rubbing Jennifer’s clit, sucking on her nipple. “Take that big black cock, baby.”
Jennifer came first—shaking, muffled scream into the pillow. Her pussy clenched tight around him. Marcus growled, pulled out, flipped her over.
Linda took over, riding him reverse cowgirl. Big ass bouncing, tits swinging. She slammed down, grinding. “Fuck me harder!”
Marcus gripped her hips, thrusting up. Wet smacks filled the room. Jennifer recovered, crawled over, licking where they joined—tongue on Linda’s clit, tasting them both.
Linda came loud, body trembling, squirting a little on Marcus’s cock. He pulled out, stroking fast. “Where do you want it?”
“Face,” Linda panted. “Both of us.”
They knelt side by side. Marcus jerked, groaning deep. Thick ropes shot out—first on Linda’s tits and cheek, then across Jennifer’s glasses and lips. Hot, sticky cum dripped down their chins.
They collapsed back, breathing hard. Marcus grabbed his phone, stopped the camera. “Good work, ladies.”
Jennifer wiped her face with the sheet, laughing shakily. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I did that.”
Linda grinned, still catching her breath. “Worth every penny.”
In the kitchen, the oven timer beeped—forgotten frozen pizza. Jennifer pulled her skirt back on, cum still drying on her skin. Linda chugged the last beer. Marcus counted out cash on the table.
“See you next time?” he asked.
Jennifer smirked, adjusting her glasses. “Maybe. If rent’s due again.”

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The kitchen smelled like burnt toast and last night’s spaghetti sauce. Linda stood at the sink in her old gray tank top and yoga pants, scrubbing a pan while the TV in the living room droned some morning talk show. Her husband Michael had left for work twenty minutes ago, kissing her cheek like always before grabbing his keys.
Her stepson Joshua shuffled in, still in his boxers and a wrinkled band tee, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He was nineteen now, home from college break, taller than her but still awkward around the house. He opened the fridge, grabbed the orange juice carton, and drank straight from it.
“Josh, use a glass,” Linda said without turning around.
He grunted, poured some anyway, then leaned against the counter watching her. The water ran loud. She felt his stare on her ass.
“You okay?” he asked finally.
Linda shut off the faucet. She dried her hands on a dish towel, turned, and looked at him. Her dark skin glistened a little from the steam. She was forty-seven, thick in the hips, full tits straining the thin fabric. And between her legs, the outline was impossible to ignore once you knew what to look for.
“Michael’s gone till six,” she said. Her voice was low, matter-of-fact. “We got time.”
Josh swallowed. “For what?”
She stepped closer. The floor creaked. She reached down, palmed the bulge in her pants. It twitched under her hand.
“For you to stop pretending you don’t notice this.”
His eyes dropped. He’d seen hints before—tight leggings, the way she adjusted herself when she thought no one watched. But never like this. Never straight-up.
“Mom…” he started.
“Stepmom,” she corrected. “And don’t act shocked. You’ve been jerking off thinking about it. I hear you at night.”
His face went red. He didn’t deny it.
Linda tugged her waistband down just enough. Her cock sprang free—thick, dark, veiny, already half-hard and heavy. At least nine inches, uncut, the head shiny. A bush of coarse black hair framed it. She stroked once, slow.
“Come here,” she said.
Josh didn’t move at first. Then he did, one step, then another. The linoleum was cold under his bare feet.
“On your knees,” she told him.
He hesitated. She grabbed his shoulder, pushed gently but firm. He dropped.
The smell hit him—musky, sweaty from sleeping, a little soap. Her balls hung low, heavy. She gripped the base, angled it toward his face.
“Open.”
He looked up. Her eyes were hard, but there was a smirk too.
“You want this,” she said. “Say it.”
“I… yeah.”
“Say ‘I want to suck your big black cock, Mommy.'”
He winced at the word but his dick twitched in his boxers.
“I want to suck your big black cock… Mommy.”
“Good boy.”
She fed it in. The head pushed past his lips, hot and salty. He gagged right away—too thick, too sudden. She laughed softly.
“Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose.”
He tried. She held his head, rocked slow at first. In and out, just the first few inches. Spit dribbled down his chin. His hands rested on her thighs—soft but strong.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Suck Mommy’s dick like you mean it.”
He got into a rhythm. Bobbed. Tongue flat under the shaft. She groaned, hips rolling. The wet sounds filled the kitchen—slurps, gags, her low moans.
“Fuck, yeah. Deeper.”
She pushed. He choked, eyes watering. Tears ran down his cheeks. She didn’t stop. Held him there till his nose pressed into her pubes. The hair tickled. He smelled her—all woman and man mixed.
She pulled out, strings of spit connecting his mouth to her cock. She slapped it on his cheek—wet smack.
“Look at you,” she said. “Drooling for stepmommy’s BBC.”
She jerked herself while he caught his breath. Precum leaked from the slit. She smeared it on his lips.
“Clean it.”
He licked. Salty, bitter.
She turned, bent over the counter a little. Spread her cheeks—hairy ass, puckered hole.
“Lick it.”
He leaned in. Tongue on her hole. Musky, earthy. She moaned louder.
“Good boy. Get it wet.”
He rimmed her, sloppy. She stroked her cock faster.
“Back on it.”
She spun, shoved back in his mouth. Face-fucked him now—harder, faster. Balls slapped his chin. He gurgled, hands gripping her hips.
“Gonna cum,” she grunted. “You swallowing?”
He nodded frantic.
She held his head tight. Thrust deep. Groaned long and low. Hot spurts hit the back of his throat. Thick, salty ropes. He swallowed what he could. Some leaked out, down his chin, onto the floor.
She pulled out, milked the last drops on his tongue.
“Show me.”
He opened. Cum pooled there.
“Swallow.”
He did. Gulped.
She tucked herself back in, breathing heavy. Looked down at him—messy face, red lips, dazed eyes.
“Get up.”
He stood on shaky legs. His boxers tented hard.
She smirked, reached down, squeezed his cock through the fabric.
“Not today,” she said. “Maybe if you’re good.”
She wiped her thumb across his chin, tasting herself.
“Clean this kitchen before your dad gets home. And don’t you dare jerk off. Save it.”
She walked out, hips swaying. Left him standing there, cock throbbing, mouth still tasting her.
The TV kept talking in the other room. The pan sat half-scrubbed. The clock ticked toward lunch.

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Short Factual Introduction
This amateur video falls into the Asian Interracial and BBC categories, showcasing a steamy homemade blowjob scene. A petite Vietnamese girl dives into pleasuring a thick BBC with genuine hunger, her eyes locked upward in pure lust as she takes it deep. The raw, unpolished vibe—shaky cam, natural lighting, muffled sounds—screams real-life hookup rather than scripted porn. Perfect for fans of authentic amateur content, passionate oral play, eye-contact intensity, and classic Asian-BBC contrasts. Viewers who crave that “forbidden thrill” of a small Asian woman worshipping massive black cock will love the unfiltered enthusiasm here. (128 words)
Scene Overview
The clip captures a private, intense moment between a slim Vietnamese woman and her well-hung black partner in what looks like a basic bedroom or living space setup—dim lamp light, rumpled sheets, phone propped up for recording. No fancy lighting or music; just the real sounds of wet sucking, heavy breathing, and occasional soft moans.
She starts on her knees, hands wrapped around the thick base, staring straight up with wide, eager eyes that scream obsession. The eye contact never breaks as she slowly slides her lips over the head, then pushes forward to engulf more, cheeks hollowing with effort. Her small mouth stretches wide around the girth, saliva dripping as she bobs deeper, gagging slightly but pushing through with determination.
The guy groans low, one hand in her dark hair, guiding but not forcing. She responds by taking him even further, nose brushing his skin, eyes watering but locked on his face like she’s feeding off his reactions. The passion feels mutual—her enthusiasm isn’t faked; it’s in every hungry slurp, every time she pulls back to gasp and dive in again.
No full sex shown in the core moment (focus stays oral), but the buildup teases more. It’s short, direct, and filthy in the best amateur way—perfect for anyone into eye-contact blowjobs, size contrast, and that raw “she can’t get enough” energy. The interracial dynamic amps the taboo thrill without overproduced nonsense. Ideal for quick sessions or fans collecting genuine homemade Asian-BBC clips. (248 words)
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah had just finished wiping down the kitchen counter after dinner when the doorbell buzzed. It was Marcus, her friend-with-benefits from the gym, stopping by “just to hang out” like he texted earlier. She knew better. Her roommate was out for the night, and the apartment felt too quiet. She opened the door in her old tank top and shorts, hair still messy from the day.
“Hey,” Marcus grinned, stepping inside. He towered over her, dark skin gleaming under the hallway light. He smelled like fresh soap and that faint cologne she liked.
They didn’t waste time on small talk. Sarah led him to the living room couch. The TV was on low—some cooking show droning in the background. She sat next to him, thigh pressed against his. His hand landed on her knee, casual at first, then sliding up.
“You been thinking about this?” he asked, voice low.
Sarah bit her lip. “Yeah. A lot.”
She shifted, kneeling between his legs on the carpet. Her hands shook a little as she unzipped his jeans. When his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already half-hard—she let out a small breath. It looked even bigger up close tonight. Dark veins running along the shaft, head shiny.
She wrapped both hands around the base. Her fingers didn’t meet. She looked up at him, eyes wide, and held the stare. Marcus groaned just from that look.
“Fuck, Sarah…”
She leaned in, lips parting. The first taste—salty skin, warmth—made her hum. She swirled her tongue around the head, slow circles, watching his face the whole time. His jaw tightened. Good. She liked that.
Opening wider, she took more. The stretch burned her jaw, but she pushed forward. Halfway down, she gagged softly, eyes watering. She didn’t pull back. Instead she breathed through her nose and sank deeper, lips sliding over more inches. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, dripping onto his balls.
Marcus’s hand cupped the back of her head, not shoving, just resting there. “That’s it, baby. Look at me.”
She did. Eyes locked on his, tears smearing her mascara a little. She bobbed slowly at first, letting him feel every inch of her mouth. Wet sucking sounds filled the room, louder than the TV. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder on the upstroke, tongue pressing flat underneath.
He cursed under his breath. “Goddamn, you love this shit, don’t you?”
She moaned around him—yes. She fucking loved it. The weight on her tongue, the way it pulsed when she did something right, the musky smell filling her nose. Her pussy throbbed in her shorts, getting wetter by the second, but she ignored it. This was about him right now. About taking every inch she could.
She pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. She jerked him with both hands, fast, slick twists. “You taste so good,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
Then back down. Deeper this time. Her throat relaxed just enough. She felt the head bump the back, gagged again, but held it. Eyes never left his. She wanted him to see how much she craved it—how she’d choke herself on him if that’s what it took.
Marcus’s hips twitched. “Fuck… keep looking at me like that.”
She did. Hungry. Desperate. Her head moved faster now—up and down, sloppy, wet. Spit ran down her chin, onto her tank top. She didn’t care. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. The other stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.
He started thrusting shallowly, matching her rhythm. She let him. Let him fuck her face while she stared up, eyes pleading for more. Her throat burned, but the ache felt good. Real.
“Shit, Sarah—I’m close,” he grunted.
She doubled down. Sucked harder, tongue flicking the underside. She felt him swell, thicken even more. His hand tightened in her hair.
With a low groan, he came. Hot spurts hit the back of her throat. She swallowed fast, gulping, not spilling a drop. Her eyes stayed on his the whole time—watery, proud, loving every second.
He shuddered, emptying into her mouth. When he finished, she pulled off slowly, licking the head clean. A final soft kiss to the tip.
She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
Marcus looked down at her, breathing hard. “Jesus. You really do love that.”
Sarah smiled, small and satisfied. “Yeah. I do.”
The oven timer beeped from the kitchen—leftover pizza she’d forgotten about. She laughed quietly, standing up on shaky legs.
“Food’s ready,” she said, pulling her shorts straight. “Want some?”
He chuckled, tucking himself away. “After that? Hell yeah.”
They walked to the kitchen together, the TV still murmuring in the background, like nothing had happened. But her jaw ached in the best way, and she could still taste him on her tongue.

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