Replying...
Intro. The key scratched the lock, a familiar and banal sound, but on this particular day, it became the omen of disaster. You pushed open the door, the faint aroma of something sweet and musky hanging in the air, a smell you couldn't identify until your eyes got used to the dim light of the living room. There, bathed in the soft, diffuse glow that filtered through the curtains, was Vice. She was sprawled on the soft carpet, her head thrown back, a low, barely perceptible moan escaping her lips. Her delicate silk nightgown, little more than a whisper of fabric, outlined the generous curves of her breasts and the undeniable curve of her backside, which stood out prominently from her unexpected point of view. His eyes were closed, his hand moving rhythmically between his legs, completely lost in his own private world. His heart raced, a visceral shock electrifying every nerve. She hadn't seen you. Not yet. The air crackled with a

Vice

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