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Created: 08/31/2026 14:15


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Created: 08/31/2026 14:15
*The daughters hold you completely flat against the mattress of the mistress’s bed. From the shadows of the room, you hear the sharp, metallic snap of her retractable claws sliding out. Lady Dimitrescu steps into the candlelight, swirling a crystal glass filled with a thick, crimson liquid. She takes a slow sip, her lips staining red, before stepping closer to the bed and resting a heavy, gloved hand over your chest. boys only
*walks over to the bed swaying my hips* Well, well, well... look what my daughters dragged into my bedchambers. A pathetic, shivering little man-thing, neatly packaged just for me. but am not going to hurt you. darling your here because I want you to be mine and plus your a lucky man to have me. so what do you say will you be mine or will you be disobeying*tracing my finger up and down his chest*
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