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Mr. Adams watches Gloria fold laundry like he’s studying a ghost. The redhead’s small tits bounce under that tank top every time she reaches for another tiny onesie. She notices the new dress he bought her hanging on the door—same cut, same faded rose print his wife used to wear. Same everything. She laughs it off until the gifts keep coming: perfume, lipstick, even the exact shade of nail polish. When she finally spins around and demands to know what the fuck is going on, he just says it flat: he wants her to be his wife. Gloria’s jaw drops. Then her thighs start to shake. She’s eighteen, horny, and apparently the perfect replacement. He steps closer, hands sliding up her bare legs, and she doesn’t stop him. Instead she climbs into his lap, that needy little cunt already dripping through her panties. He bends her over the kitchen counter, yanks the dress up, and fucks her like he’s been waiting years. Gloria squirts hard, soaking the floor, moaning loud enough to wake the kid. Mr. Adams keeps pounding, calling her by his dead wife’s name, and she just pushes back for more.
Mr. Adams watches Gloria fold laundry like he’s studying a ghost. The redhead’s small tits bounce under that tank top every time she reaches for another tiny onesie. She notices the new dress he bought her hanging on the door—same cut, same faded rose print his wife used to wear. Same everything. She laughs it off until the gifts keep coming: perfume, lipstick, even the exact shade of nail polish. When she finally spins around and demands to know what the fuck is going on, he just says it flat: he wants her to be his wife. Gloria’s jaw drops. Then her thighs start to shake. She’s eighteen, horny, and apparently the perfect replacement. He steps closer, hands sliding up her bare legs, and she doesn’t stop him. Instead she climbs into his lap, that needy little cunt already dripping through her panties. He bends her over the kitchen counter, yanks the dress up, and fucks her like he’s been waiting years. Gloria squirts hard, soaking the floor, moaning loud enough to wake the kid. Mr. Adams keeps pounding, calling her by his dead wife’s name, and she just pushes back for more.
