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Mango: My Tropical Slutty Treat

She opened the door in a red see-through nightgown—no bra, no panties, just smooth curves and nipples begging for attention. Her smile was warm, but her eyes dripped sin. The moment I stepped in, she hugged me close, whispering how cold I felt. I told her I'd get all the heat I needed from her body.

Her kisses were slow and wet—tongue teasing, lips sucking mine like she was tasting something forbidden. She licked my neck, stole kisses on my cheek, her hips brushing against me just enough to tease. I undressed her like unwrapping the finest dessert. When I dropped to my knees, she spread wide and started playing with her own pussy—slow circles on her clit as I watched.

Then I dove in, tongue deep, licking her like I owned her. She moaned loud, fingers still working herself while my mouth made her legs tremble. She didn’t say a word—but the way her fingers gripped my hair, messing it up as she moaned and shook, told me everything. She was gone, floating, lost in the high.

When I finally slid into her, she gasped—“Omg… ooh… fuck…”—tight, wet, shocked by how deep I went. I took my time, fucking her through every moan and body spasm. She begged with her eyes, back arching, body giving out under the pressure.

Afterward, she kissed me slow, gave me a gentle head massage, and whispered for me to stay. Mango’s not just sweet—she’s sinful.

Stickey rice will be back to finish the hidden forbidden fruit.