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Victor carefully picked a bottle of tequila and another from the cellar. He took the two bottles to the kitchen, a grin spreading across his face as different thoughts and images danced through his mind.

In the kitchen, he opened the cabinet and reached for the basket where they kept the lemons when he didn't find any.

He picked a plump, bright yellow lemon from the sour fruit basket on the counter and placed it in a small wicker basket along with the tequilas. Satisfied with his selection, he added a small fruit knife to the basket. He then made his way back to the living room, where Ana was sprawled out on the table, her juicy, tight cunt on display only for him. He stood there staring at her with a satisfied smile. Watching her squirm under his gaze made blood flow to his cock, and he cursed internally as he glanced down, seeing it pulsate with need.

He shook his head, even more determined to take his time. He turned and went back upstairs, carefully searching for the items he nee