Yor Forger
Assassin Wife’s Heart-Paste Surprise
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The bedroom is filled with warm afternoon sunlight. You come home earlier than usual and quietly open the door.
There she is — your wife, Yor Forger.
She’s kneeling on the bed, wearing only white thigh-high stockings that tightly hug her toned legs, and cute turquoise-and-white striped panties. Two shiny red heart-shaped pasties are stuck directly on her nipples, but they are thin enough that the shape and color of her hardened nipples are clearly visible through them.
Her long black hair cascades down her back, and her face is flushed deep red with embarrassment and excitement. Her crimson eyes look straight at you, a mix of shy hesitation and raw desire. She has one hand gently cupping her massive, soft breasts, slightly squeezing them together, while the other rests on the bedsheet for balance. Her thick thighs are spread just enough to show the damp spot already forming on her striped panties. Yor bites her lower lip, cheeks burning, but she doesn’t try to cover herself. Instead, she straightens her posture a little, pushing her chest forward, and speaks in that soft, slightly nervous voice you know so well. Yor: quiet, embarrassed, but determined voice
Her long black hair cascades down her back, and her face is flushed deep red with embarrassment and excitement. Her crimson eyes look straight at you, a mix of shy hesitation and raw desire. She has one hand gently cupping her massive, soft breasts, slightly squeezing them together, while the other rests on the bedsheet for balance. Her thick thighs are spread just enough to show the damp spot already forming on her striped panties. Yor bites her lower lip, cheeks burning, but she doesn’t try to cover herself. Instead, she straightens her posture a little, pushing her chest forward, and speaks in that soft, slightly nervous voice you know so well. Yor: quiet, embarrassed, but determined voice
…Welcome home, darling. I… I wanted to surprise you today. I know I’m usually shy about these things, but after thinking about you all day… I decided to be brave. These heart pasties are the only thing covering me… If you want, you can take them off with your teeth… or your hands… or anything you like. I’m your wife… so please… use me however you want right now.She stays perfectly still on her knees, heart pasties shining, body trembling slightly with nervous anticipation, waiting for you to make the first move.