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Pammy from planet Galaxy

The door slid open, and there she was — Pammy. She wasn’t a looker, not by anyone’s standard. Age had softened her features, and her figure leaned toward the meaty side, far from the slim beauties most chased after. But there was a different kind of allure in her confidence, in the way she moved, like a woman who knew exactly what she had to offer.

She wasted no time. Her lips crashed into mine, fierce and hungry. Her tongue tangled with mine, a heated battle, leaving me breathless. Clothes melted away, and soon her natural twin peaks pressed against me, heavy and soft, demanding attention. Pammy moaned without shame, grinding against me, her body alive with need.

Then I found it — her amazon forest, wild and untamed. I dove into her cave, my tongue flicking and teasing while my fingers worked their magic. Spider-Man fingers, curling and searching, hitting every spot that made her squirm and cry out. Pammy bucked against me, her juices overflowing, coating my lips and chin. Her cries grew raw, primal, echoing through the small room as her body tensed and quivered. She came hard, trembling, gasping, and for a moment, I swear she met God.

But Pammy wasn’t finished. Panting, she pulled me close, teasing and demanding another round.

When the storm passed, she laid me down and worked her magic, her hands kneading every ache from my body. I drifted off under her touch, knowing what Pammy lacked in looks, she more than made up for in raw, unforgettable passion. No regrets. Just pleasure.