Erotic Allure: marge x homer

In the soft glow of dawn, marge x homer begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “marge x homer” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “marge x homer” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “marge x homer… marge x homer…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “marge x homer”.