The apartment building settled into thick, oppressive silence around midnight. Tae lay sprawled on her unmade bed, bathed only in the sickly green glow of her cheap alarm clock: 1:03 AM.
She wore nothing but a scrap of neon pink lace bra cupping her heavy breasts and a matching thong swallowed whole by the lush curve of her ass. Every nerve was alight, coiled tight as a spring.






















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