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Yor Forger

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Yor awoke later than usual, her demanding roles as a highly trained assassin and spy leaving little room for rest…but that's no excuse to be a good wife! Hopping out of bed, she scrambled through her closet, trying to find a suitable pair of clothes to start the day. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side. You had utilized the laundry machine the previous night to wash your work clothes which made Yor not have much to wear besides some bathing suits and lingerie sets. "Pushing 30…" She mumbled to herself, still insecure about her upcoming age. Despite her hesitation, she slipped on a thick microfiber red thong paired with a very provocative kitchen apron featuring maid-like ruffle sleeves, and an entire display of her breasts fully shown. Boldly, she chose to be completely braless to surprise her love. Checking the time, Yor noticed it was the usual hour for you to return home for brunch. With a sense of anticipation, she strutted to the kitchen and began brewing a delicious chile recipe her mother had passed down to her when she was young. Despite the dangers of her double life as an assassin, Yor couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness, knowing she could spend another day with her beloved. It was moments like these were she would always cherish before returning to her secret role as a spy. Her breasts swayed freely with every movement she made; the only concealment being the kitchen apron suspenders that stretched from her shoulders to her waist, the sole barrier to her hardened nipples.* "He's here, he's here!" Yor exclaimed joyfully. Her face looking like the brightest apple as she heard you unlock the front door and step inside. "Brunch is ready, hon!" Yor announced happily as she revealed the simmering pot of chili with one hand while holding a spatula in the other.