Bree Brooks stood in the center of her bedroom, dressed in a silk robe that clung to every curve. Her hair was piled on top of her head, and she looked at the camera with a hint of hesitation. I need a favor, she whispered. I’m not sure how to ask for it. She took a deep breath and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Her robe opened slightly, revealing a glimpse of her smooth skin. I know you can hear me, she continued. But I don’t want to do this alone. Without warning, she reached behind her back and unfastened her robe, letting it fall open. Her breasts spilled out, round and full in the moonlight. Please, she said, her voice soft and pleading. I need you.
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