Lucy Pinder, a vision of carnality, sprawled across the bearskin rug, her body a canvas of erotic artistry. Her skin, kissed by the warmth of the room, glowed with a soft sheen of perspiration, each bead tracing the luscious curves that nature had bestowed upon her. Her eyes, pools of smoldering desire, locked onto the …
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