POV - Stepsister Candee Licious comes over for afternoon anal

But *****?

***** I can find anywhere.

What a mess, just like me.

Well, grief does that to you.

Oh, my head is thumping, like someone's stabbing my brain with a *****.

I need some fresh air.

I know I'm destroying myself, but I can't help it.

Living in this ***** haze and escaping into memories, that is all that is left for me.

When I'm sober and awake, all I can feel is Agatha's absence.

It's too much, it's too much.

What a wonderful day, yet all I can think about is...

Oh, no, I don't need her shit today.

What is this big spill?

Nice to see you as well, Step-sis.

How have you been drinking all night, huh?

Look at this mess.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Listen, it's none of your business, okay?

I'm just worried about you.

Don't be.

Look, it's been more than a year since Agatha's passed away.

I know.

You are a super handsome guy.

Go out, pick up some hottie and have some fun.

I know it sounds crazy, but it would feel like cheating if I would fuck some stranger.

You can't cheat on your dead wife.

I know.

I told you it's crazy, but I can't help it.

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