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Francis X strolls into the living room and freezes—his roommate Clemence Audiard is buck-ass naked, dusting and wiping down surfaces like it's no big deal. They chat, and she spills that she's gone full nudist lately, embracing the bare life. Francis, though? He's still fumbling with the shock. To ease him in, they team up on the chores, figuring side-by-side scrubbing might normalize her birthday suit vibe. But damn, every few minutes Francis pauses, eyes locked on Clemence—especially when she bends over, giving him a prime view of her tight ass and that teasing curve. She catches him every time, finally calling him out with a playful smirk: 'Dude, you're staring like a starved dog—my naked body's got you all twisted up.' Francis flushes, mumbles sorry, but Clemence waves it off with a wicked grin. 'Look, let's just bang this distraction right out of you.' Hell yeah, Francis jumps at it. They dive in hot and heavy, zeroing in on her ass—him sliding deep into that forbidden heat, pounding away as she moans and pushes back, turning the room into their private playground.
Francis X strolls into the living room and freezes—his roommate Clemence Audiard is buck-ass naked, dusting and wiping down surfaces like it's no big deal. They chat, and she spills that she's gone full nudist lately, embracing the bare life. Francis, though? He's still fumbling with the shock. To ease him in, they team up on the chores, figuring side-by-side scrubbing might normalize her birthday suit vibe. But damn, every few minutes Francis pauses, eyes locked on Clemence—especially when she bends over, giving him a prime view of her tight ass and that teasing curve. She catches him every time, finally calling him out with a playful smirk: 'Dude, you're staring like a starved dog—my naked body's got you all twisted up.' Francis flushes, mumbles sorry, but Clemence waves it off with a wicked grin. 'Look, let's just bang this distraction right out of you.' Hell yeah, Francis jumps at it. They dive in hot and heavy, zeroing in on her ass—him sliding deep into that forbidden heat, pounding away as she moans and pushes back, turning the room into their private playground.
