By My Hand
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MatureOngoing53m
Last published Sun, Jun 1, 2025
The blood in her veins burns. Her face in the mirror is beauty beyond humanity."My Lady,,the guests have already arrived.""Thank you Lolita ." The door is lightly closed behind her . She takes in a sharp breathe and look herself in the mirror. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine herself in such a position ....
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