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I thought I had the house to myself, so I slipped into my room, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed the quiet. No one ever knows I smoke… it’s my little secret pleasure. But then he walked in without warning, catching me with the cigarette still between my fingers. That look on his face said everything. He stepped close, taking the cigarette from my hand, his voice low and heated as he told me exactly what he thought of my “bad behavior.” Before I could say a word, his hands were all over my big tits, grabbing and playing with them while I squirmed under his touch. I tried to protest, whispering that I shouldn’t be doing this, but the moment turned charged and irresistible.