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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t9:00 am Hamilton household Surrey, England Aurora Hamilton sighed, and turned from her front door. She had watched her children go away to school on this fine summer morning; walking down their wide driveway, turning to the left and disappearing from view. Walking through the entrance hall of the house and towards the kitchen, the vixen adjusted the belt on her bathrobe. Made of purest white cotton, and decorated with golden meanders around the belt and the cuffs, the fluffy garment was tested near constantly by its owner’s body. Up front, a heaving pair of breasts ensured that the robe couldn’t actually close over properly – in fact Aurora’s boobs were of such projection that the lapels of the robe weren’t even on nodding terms with each other. This meant that she was showing about a foot of her cleavage at all times, the crack separating her fat, cream-coloured milk balloons visible to all. At the back, Aurora’s gigantic ham-sized buttocks created a shelf that took the hem of the bathrobe much further up than it was intended to go, showcasing her awe-inspiring thighs and looking like she was wearing a fluffy skirt. This whole ensemble – the tortured bathrobe, the epic body it struggled to contain, along with the large house she lived in and the fact that her children had just left for school – gave her the distinct look of a Milf in a porno, just waiting for a pool guy for her to escort to her bedroom. Reaching the kitchen, the only noise in the entire house was the orange vixen’s feet hit the cool tiled floor as she headed towards the island in the centre of the room where the Hamilton family usually ate breakfast… …until a voice came singing through the door she had just entered. You've got something about you You've got something I need Daughter of Aphrodite Hear my words and take heed Aurora laughed quietly to herself and rolled her green eyes, a smile on her face. That song again… Then a pair of big, red arms came around her waist, out of her view due to her bust, but they were unmistakably undoing the belt of her bathrobe. Aurora felt the presence of the person behind her, taller than she – and at 6 feet and an inch herself, this was rather considerable. The belt was undone, and her bathrobe opened, her massive hooters bouncing freely into the open. “Mornin’” came the voice of her assailant, deep, Scottish and husky. It was her dear husband Rusty, having snuck down the stairs while she had been walking to the kitchen. Rusty took the neck of the robe, pulling it down and away from his wife and letting it pool on the floor between them. Exposed were the enormous nipples of her breasts, rosy pink in colour and jutting out like football studs. “Rusty…” No sooner had Aurora moaned out her lover’s name, than his hands came around her again from behind, this time going for her magnificent breasts. His big, goalkeeper-like hands planted themselves into the outer sides of her tits, pushing them together in front of her like a pair of massive zeppelins. From behind, Aurora felt Rusty press himself up against her – she felt his thick, rock-solid pecs on her shoulders, their unflinching rigidity giving the impression that the fox’s chest was armour-plated. Her wide ass-shelf pushed right up against his crotch, smushing right up against his groin – in fact, the globes of her ass started to encroach upon his abs and his inner thighs. “The children have barely been gone for five minutes, and here you are already, groping me!” Aurora tried to sound as though she were chiding Rusty, but failed miserably. In response to this, Rusty let go of his wife’s breasts and gently spun her around on the spot until they were face-to-face. Her huge hooters were now pressed up against his muscular chest, spreading out and basically covering all of it. His hands, now free to do as they pleased, went for her globular arsecheeks. They made even his hands look small as they sank straight into the flesh of them, and he heaved and kneaded them like an expert baker. Their eyes locked, their noses barely an inch apart. Rusty’s grin was wide as he looked at his wife, who slowly wrapped her arms around his neck: “Says the one who never wears any-hing under her robe!”\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
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