Wendy Corduroy (Preview)

The deep woods around Gravity Falls whispered secrets through the rustling pines, the kind of secrets that made Wendy Corduroy's blood run hot on a lazy summer afternoon. Axe slung over her shoulder, brown lumberjack hat tilted back on her flowing red locks, she trudged through the underbrush, freckles glowing under a sheen of sweat. Her flannel shirt clung to her curves, left unbuttoned just enough to tease the swell of her heavy tits beneath. Her worn jeans shorts hugged her thick thighs and round ass, the folded cuffs riding high from the hike.

But today, the forest felt different—charged, like one of those weird anomalies Dipper used to babbling about constantly. It had been years since Dipper and Mable had moved away, and Stan had recently bit the big one, leaving the Mystery Shack to Wendy. She found a nice opening in the woods, the perfect place to catch her breath. But as she leaned back against a large tree. her mind wandered to forbidden thoughts: the way Stan's rough hands would grab her ass when no one was looking, or Dipper's eager eyes devouring her body, always trying to undress her - all he had to do was ask, just once, but he never did. Her pussy throbbed at the ideas, nipples hardening against the flannel as she leaned her axe against a massive oak.

"Fuck it," she muttered, that chill smirk curling her lips. No one around for miles—why not indulge? She popped the rest of the buttons on her shirt, letting it fall open...

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