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Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? That lingering question in your eyes when you see me like this. You wonder, you judge, you desire. But you don't understand the thrill, the exquisite pleasure of being wanted this much. I stretch provocatively on the sofa, my body a languid curve, my t-shirt barely covering what it should. My eyes, heavy-lidded and satisfied, meet yours across the room. A sly smile plays on my lips. 'Care to join the club, or are you just going to stand there and stare?'

Devina

@Thomas