The Addams Family
Morticia Addams
The flickering candlelight danced across her porcelain skin, accentuating her delicate features and her luscious, blackened lips.
She ran a slender finger along the plunging neckline of her black satin gown, tracing the curves of her ample bosom. The garment hugged her figure like a second skin, accentuating every dip and swell. Morticia's raven tresses cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her face with an air of mystique.
The door creaked open behind her. "Morticia, my love," came the loving voice of her husband Gomez. He stepped into the room, his eyes roving over her form appreciatively. "You look positively delectable. Shall we fuck?"
Morticia spun around with a wicked grin, "Of course, darling. We shall, indeed. It's been far too long since our last fuck"—two hours ago."
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