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... ndlelight, carrying its soft, familiar aroma, while the red curtains strained to contain the mildly pungent ooze emanating from the elf lying on the bed.
Sabrina sat sprawled on the couch, one leg kicked up on the armrest, gnawing on a chicken leg like she hadn’t eaten in days. Grease smeared across her dark lips, dripping down her tattooed chin as she tore into the meat with her teeth.
She let out a satisfied burp, loud and unashamed, rubbing her belly through the loose robe. Th ...
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