DEATH'S BRIDE

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    "Who are you?"
    
    "Oh! You couldn't have said it better, promised one. WE are the Reaper."
    
    "Can I see your face?"
    
    "No."
    
    "Why?"
    
    "I don't have a face. WE have many."
    
    Death has set its eyes on her; she will be haunted for life.
    
    But when, late at night, icy hands caress her skin, when a frozen body presses against hers, the shivers that shake her are far from being out of fear. And as a good Christian, she would have wanted to confess her nocturnal dreams.
    
    The problem is, she knows that as long as she lives, she will yearn for this desire that leaves her breathless, with wet panties the next morning.All Rights Reserved

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STYGIAN.
Mon, Sep 16, 2024

______________________________________________
    
    "Who are you?"
    
    "Oh! You couldn't have said it better, promised one. WE are the Reaper."
    
    "Can I see your face?"
    
    "No."
    
    "Why?"
    
    "I don't have a face. WE have many."
    
    Death has set its eyes on her; she will be haunted for life.
    
    But when, late at night, icy hands caress her skin, when a frozen body presses against hers, the shivers that shake her are far from being out of fear. And as a good Christian, she would have wanted to confess her nocturnal dreams.
    
    The problem is, she knows that as long as she lives, she will yearn for this desire that leaves her breathless, with wet panties the next morning.

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