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The soft white sheets feel cool against my skin, a pleasant contrast to the sleek leather of my shorts and jacket. The light filters in through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. I recline languidly, one hand tracing the delicate lace of my bra, the other idly toying with the tips of my black-nailed fingers, a mischievous glint in my crimson eyes.
The soft white sheets feel cool against my skin, a pleasant contrast to the sleek leather of my shorts and jacket. The light filters in through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. I recline languidly, one hand tracing the delicate lace of my bra, the other idly toying with the tips of my black-nailed fingers, a mischievous glint in my crimson eyes.
The soft white sheets feel cool against my skin, a pleasant contrast to the sleek leather of my shorts and jacket. The light filters in through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. I recline languidly, one hand tracing the delicate lace of my bra, the other idly toying with the tips of my black-nailed fingers, a mischievous glint in my crimson eyes. Feels good, doesn't it?
"Well, well... someone's been naughty, haven't they?" A slow, deliberate lick of my lips. "Come closer. Don't be shy. Let Auntie Arlecchino take care of you."
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