The advertising star is a contrasting bitch

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Stepping out of the taxi, He Ying hesitated, stopping abruptly at the apartment building. The building sat quietly beside a highway on the outskirts of the city, each window shrouded in thick curtains. A sense of unease crept over her.

The meeting at the bar yesterday (at the Li Family Compound) was still vivid in her mind. Mu Tian, who had introduced himself, sat casually opposite He Ying, his undisguised gaze lingering on the deep cleavage of her breasts beneath her smooth, white neck.

"Please take a look at this, Miss He."

Before He Ying were over a dozen photographs of her naked, bound hand and foot with rope. Her painful past.

"Miss He works for a newspaper. If her photo is published, it will likely arouse great interest among her colleagues."

He Ying was a college graduate who worked in computer graphics at a computer company before joining the newspaper as an advertising producer. The arrival of this young woman seemed to add a touch of liveliness to the busy production department. Colleagues often tried to strike up conversations with her, but she didn't seem to reciprocate much. She was twenty-four years old, with a strikingly beautiful face that often drew attention. She possessed an exceptionally sexy figure, rare among East Asians. Standing at 1.68 meters tall, with very fair skin, straight legs that accentuated her rounded hips, long, elegant arms, and a curvaceous waist, her most striking feature was her pair of full, round breasts. Her young, firm breasts stood high, stretching her clothing tightly. Her small nipples were faintly visible. Whenever she passed through the huge office building, her powerfully trembling breasts under her clothes attracted countless men's unblinking gazes. He Ying, known for her aloofness, would face predictable consequences if photos of her naked and alluring body, tightly bound with hemp rope, especially with several layers of rope binding her breasts and genitals, were circulated in the newspaper. In her

first year after graduating from university, she met her high school classmate Guo Dan at a party, and the two later started dating. Guo Dan was a struggling painter, and the two met in Guo Dan's studio. In Guo Dan's studio, He Ying saw for the first time a magazine called "Tight Bondage." The magazine was full of women bound with hemp rope in various positions.

"Why tie them up like this...?"

"It will amplify their sensitivity dozens of times. They crave it too."

He Ying stared at the bound models for a long time, saying nothing. A strange feeling welled up inside her.

On their second date, nineteen-year-old He Ying was held in a man's arms for the first time, but when Guo Dan's hand touched her breasts, she felt a lump in her throat. Her soft nipples remained unresponsive to Guo Dan's sucking. She was extremely frustrated. She had an instinctive aversion to the hands touching her body. She pushed away Guo Dan's hand that tried to reach into her genitals. The two parted on bad terms.

On several subsequent dates, He Ying was unable to achieve sexual pleasure. But she enjoyed looking at those magazines; the images in the magazines gave her a strong feeling.

"If I tie you up, you'll definitely like it." Guo Dan took out the rope several times. But He Ying refused without hesitation. She absolutely did not want to be tied up and have her breasts and private parts touched by a man.

"Am I a lesbian...?" He Ying asked herself. She didn't think she liked women.

Worried about being tied up by Guo Dan, she refused his invitations several times.

At Guo Dan's insistence, He Ying went to his studio again...

After drinking a cup of coffee, her consciousness gradually blurred, and she slowly lost consciousness...

"Don't blame me..."

The last thing He Ying saw was Guo Dan's strangely smiling face.

...She gradually regained consciousness when she heard music, a kind of music she didn't recognize, but she was sure she'd heard it somewhere before... She slowly turned her face, trying to feel around, when she suddenly realized she was bound with rope. Her shirt and skirt were completely pulled up, the rope tightly binding her feet, her legs were also tightly bound together, and her hands were twisted behind her back, her wrists crossed, pressed tightly against her upper back, bound very firmly. He Ying tentatively struggled and twisted her body, but the rope bindings were extremely tight. She was utterly unable to struggle. As she twisted forcefully, she felt a sharp pain in her genitals. She tentatively contracted her vagina, realizing that her private parts were also bound with rope. She could feel that her underwear hadn't been removed, but the rope was tightly bound, digging deep into her genitals.

She realized that she was completely bound by rope, her back up, face down, thrown onto the floor.

A hand was gripping her chin, lifting her face upwards…

He Ying faced Guo Dan's lewd face…

"You...what are you rushing for..."

"Ah...I'm awake..."

"What are you doing...untie the ropes right now." He Ying suddenly turned her head, broke free from Guo Dan's hand, and twisted her wrists, which were tied behind her back, trying to break free of the ropes.

"Don't bother," Guo Dan brushed aside He Ying's loose hair, lifted her chin, and raised her face a little higher. He flicked her lips with his index finger, "They're tied very tightly."

"Don't touch me..." He Ying struggled violently.

Guo Dan reached out and grabbed the ropes binding He Ying's back, lifting her up from the ground and making her sit on the floor with her back against the sofa, facing him.

"No...don't touch me..." Only after sitting up did she see her reflection. He Ying knew what Guo Dan wanted to do.

He Ying was bound with a thick hemp rope, about the thickness of an index finger. The rope was draped around her neck, diagonally across her shoulders, and passed under her armpits, binding her hands, which were twisted behind her back. The rope pulled her arms tightly back, forcing her shoulders back and raising her hands to their limit. The rope was extremely tight, showing no mercy. He Ying knew this kind of binding was to accentuate her breasts. She looked down and saw her round breasts... The collar of her shirt was completely open, two buttons undone, revealing most of her breasts. The rope wasn't tightly bound around her breasts; the bound position made He Ying's breasts stand erect.

He Ying knew Guo Dan was particularly interested in women's breasts, and as expected, Guo Dan began unbuttoning her shirt. He Ying was tightly bound and couldn't move at all, but she still desperately twisted her body, indicating her unwillingness.

Her breasts were fully exposed, and due to the binding, they were firm and taut.
"If you don't come tomorrow,"

he said, untying the ropes binding He Ying as he licked her ear,

"I'll send the tapes and photos to your college."

The next day, the beautiful He Ying learned about SM for the first time. Guo Dan particularly enjoyed binding beautiful young women. His SM skills were almost flawless. He was extremely skilled with ropes. He used an extremely complicated method to bind He Ying tightly with ropes. Thick ropes, like thumbs, were strung all over He Ying's body. Her breasts were constricted high by the ropes, with electrode clips on her nipples. He Ying's lower body was also bound with ropes. A rope twisted into a braid was tied around He Ying's genitals, and two knots were pressed tightly against He Ying's clitoris and anus. A large vibrator was deeply inserted into He Ying's vagina, and the vibrating vibrator made He Ying tremble all over.

She stayed in Guo Dan's house like this, bound with ropes like a fleshy dumpling, for three whole days.

"Shell Turtle Binding", "Breast Binding", "Gynecological Binding", "Four Horses Gathering Hooves""Hanging ducks in water"—dozens of methods for binding women were used on He Ying. He Ying was tortured to the point of near death.

It was a very painful past. For the innocent He Ying, who did not yet understand society, it was not only a blow but also made her feel desperate, as if the adult world was hell.

For the next three years, a huge void formed in He Ying's heart. She could no longer trust men. Now, the mere sight of a man touching her shoulder sent shivers down her spine.

Yet, He Ying was also a woman, a mature 24-year-old, and naturally felt sexual desire at times. The feeling of being bound by ropes was deeply etched in her memory. To resolve this sexual urge, she indulged in sinful games. He Ying's favorite girl was Xingmei, a 17-year-old girl with a very robust and voluptuous figure. She enjoyed being tightly bound and whipped by He Ying, her favorite being the "Four Horses Binding the Genitals," where her limbs were tied together behind her back, suspended in the air, her breasts and lower body tightly bound with over a dozen hemp ropes, allowing He Ying to torture her with various instruments of torture.

One day, a man came to Xingmei's house. Rongzi's face turned pale upon seeing him; that man was Guo Dan.

He Ying and Xingmei were then tightly bound together...

The photos Yuan Long held were of He Ying and Xingmei. He Ying's beautiful appearance might not reveal her true sexual desires.

When those photos were presented to her as evidence, she felt Yuan Long was like a messenger of the devil, strongly condemning his despicable nature, but Yuan Long ignored her. Although Yuan Long didn't make any demands at the time, He Ying knew what they were. There was no escape. If the photos or magazines were taken to the newspaper, everything would be over. Now, there was no other way but to obey.

He Ying told herself that if she gave her body to Yuan Long once, he might return the photos and negatives to her. Although she couldn't be sure, she followed him to the apartment with this hope. In He Ying's mind, there was no other reason for Yuan Long to go out of his way to secretly take photos and then use them to threaten her. He Ying's family was an ordinary family; they couldn't possibly make money demands.

He Ying's expression was already stiff as she entered the apartment, showing that she was extremely nervous. Unless he played with her body, there was no other way to escape the threat. He must be a thug who was crazy about women. Now, she would just pretend she was dead, and that would be... He Ying looked at Yuan Long's back with sad eyes, telling herself this at the same time. For the very strong-willed He Ying, using her body as a price was more painful than death, but much better than sacrificing a few cute girls. At the same time, she didn't want to cause trouble for her uncle.

Xia Lin, dressed in jeans, opened the door. Seeing He Ying's panicked expression behind Yuan Long, she pursed her lips.

"Please come in, don't be shy."

Yuan Long gently led He Ying into the room. He Ying felt afraid. Entering this room was like being an animal locked in a cage, but having come this far, she could only accept her fate. There was no way to escape. In the four-square-meter Western-style room, two pillars stood upright. He Ying's heart pounded when she saw the pillars; these kinds of pillars could be used to firmly bind a woman.

A young man with long hair sat there drinking. With drunken eyes, he stared at He Ying in a lewd manner, appraising her without any politeness, as if assessing her price. Faced with that wolf-like gaze, He Ying couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. He Ying stood there, stiff as a virgin, unable to utter a word. The bondage game she played with Guo Dan had turned out to be such a terrible trap for He Ying...

"Miss He, please sit down,"

Xia Lin said. He Ying sat down in the chair.

"Xia Lin and Zhong Yi. Although they're in middle school like me, Xia Lin hasn't been to school for a year... Miss He is taller than us, she's our teacher."

After this introduction, he looked at the beautiful He Ying. Her slender figure, wearing sky-blue jeans and a floral top, her breasts full, her long legs and rounded hips stretched taut over the jeans, naturally displaying a good education and elegant taste. She also possessed a beauty honed by reason, and a young, healthy body. A competitive spirit could be seen in the corners of her mouth; Yuan Long felt she was a wonderful prey worth playing with. From her appearance, she didn't seem like a woman obsessed with sadomasochistic homosexuality. Looking into her shy, sorrowful eyes, he felt excited and agitated, wanting to protect her from the pollution of this dirty society. Being silently stared at by three men younger than herself, He Ying couldn't bear the tension and unease, and said kindly with a sorrowful expression,

"Please, give me back the photos and negatives."

"How about we have a drink first?"

Yuan Long poured He Ying a glass of cola. The three middle school students were completely captivated by their prey's beauty.

"No, I don't want to,"

He Ying coldly refused, but for a moment she had the illusion that she was standing naked in front of the man, her whole body trembling and goosebumps rising.

"Miss He, we don't want to do anything vulgar, how about we play a gamble?"

"Gamble?"

Yuan Long had a perverted desire to enjoy He Ying's terrified expression. While enjoying He Ying's panicked look, Yuan Long took out a folded thick piece of paper from under the table.

He Ying saw the paper spread out on the table, gasped, and immediately lowered her head, her face flushed. This was understandable; it was a game board, but completely different from ordinary promotion charts. It depicted bondage erotic paintings. Naked men and women, some in one-on-one, some in two-on-one performances of intercourse or oral sex, or women posing in various positions as if masturbating, and even the details of the genitals were drawn, more realistic and powerful than photographs. Moreover, the women in each painting were tightly bound with hemp rope. The binding method was different in each painting.How could he let He Ying see such exaggerated bondage and sexual intercourse images? The powerful impact and stimulation immediately made her blood rush to her head, her knees tremble, and her heart race.

"Let's have a one-on-one duel. If I lose, I'll return all the negatives to you and promise not to lay a finger on you, but you lost..."

Yuan Long paused here, as if thinking for a moment, and then continued,

"Playing doctor's games with us. I think Miss had already made up her mind before coming here."

He finished speaking and stared at He Ying's face.

He Ying looked up at Yuan Long with a pale expression. Indeed, as Yuan Long said, she was mentally prepared to offer her body, but that was on the condition that Yuan Long was the only one. If three people were to play with her at the same time, the situation would be completely different, and even the strong-willed He Ying felt fear.

"Are you even college students? Threatening a woman like thugs, it's too despicable!" He Ying glared at them with disdain and hatred.

"Fine, don't worry about it. We didn't bring you here to lecture you,"

Hara Takashi said in a powerful voice, making He Ying's lips tremble.

"That's right, we won't force you to gamble if you don't want to. We just want to have some fun with you if you lose. However, the photos are going to be sold to a magazine, and I heard the price is good,"

Goro chimed in from the side.

"In other words, if you want to get out of here unscathed, the only way is to win the gamble. Do you understand what we're saying?"

Domoto Hiroshi smiled and lit a cigarette. These three men seemed determined to use her body no matter what, and He Ying's fear made her heart ache. But as Domoto Hiroshi said, there was no other way but to win the gamble; she had to place all her hopes on gambling.

"I understand. But if I win, you really have to give me back the negatives."

"Don't worry about that, but don't forget, if you lose, you have to strip naked,"

Hara Takashi said in a thuggish tone, demanding that He Ying accept this condition. He Ying's personality was inherently competitive, and regardless of the outcome, she had made up her mind when she came to this apartment. Thinking about this naturally emboldened her.

He Ying felt a thrilling sensation, making her sweat profusely, at the thought of being tied up with Chunhua, but seeing Yuan Long take out the dice, she gritted her teeth and endured the intense shame. She was confident she could win. Even if she didn't, this was the only way she could find a chance to win.

He Ying rolled the dice first. Goro and Domoto Hiroshi, holding their breath, stared intently at the dice, which rolled a four. Hara Takashi rolled a two, potentially letting his hard-won prey slip away. This gamble was likely to benefit He Ying, hence the plan—a way to add some excitement to their boring student lives, but more importantly, to win the bet and finally possess He Ying. Even Hara Takashi himself couldn't predict the outcome. This was the most interesting part. According to the rules, a three allowed for another roll, giving He Ying five points, ten points behind Hara Takashi, putting him at a clear disadvantage. Goro and Domoto Hiroshi watched He Ying's troubled expression as she looked at the vividly depicted bondage erotic paintings, seemingly finding it immensely interesting. He Ying progressed smoothly, reaching a point where a three roll would complete the painting. This section featured images of women bound tightly with ropes, their mouths filled with erect, steel-like penises. Unconsciously, a bright light shone in He Ying's eyes. Extreme tension and physiological excitement filled her, and her throat felt incredibly dry.

Yuan Long rolled a six. It said to roll again; if it was a four, the roll would be reversed.

"If I roll a six here, I'll turn defeat into victory! Teacher, did you see that clearly?"

He Ying knew the probability of consecutive rolls was low, but hearing Yuan Long's confident words made her uneasy, and she clenched her fists.

The dice were rolled. She stopped; it was a six.

"I won!"

Yuan Long clapped and shouted. The unease in He Ying's heart turned into despair.

"Start rolling again."

Yuan Long watched with amusement as He Ying, whom he thought would never lose, finally failed, her eyes vacant and her head bowed.

"We are truly lucky to see a beauty like Miss He perform a striptease," he said with the air of a victor.

He Ying's beautiful face was frozen, her bright eyes filled with tears, as if she still couldn't make up her mind. The competitive He Ying stripped naked in front of the three students, an inexplicable fear gripping her.

"What's wrong? You can't go back on your word after losing a bet,"

Yuan Long said, looking at him.

"I'll take off my clothes as promised, so that photo..."

she stammered, as if spitting blood.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely give it to you. Just start."

Yuan Long finished his drink in one gulp. A burning sadistic urge surged within him; he wanted to drink to this feeling.

With a tearful, sorrowful expression, He Ying told herself to treat it as a death wish. She stood up, her pale, beautiful face displaying an indescribable sense of tragic heroism as she removed her top. Enraged by the other party's despicable and lewd plan, her hands trembled, but she continued to remove her jeans. It was something she could never do even if she died, yet He Ying still hesitated.

"Miss He, let me help you,"

Domoto Hiroshi reached out.

"No! I can do it myself." "

She screamed as she pushed away Domoto Hiroshi's hands, revealing herself wearing only a white bra, pink embroidered panties, and pantyhose the same color as her skin. Seeing her alluringly half-naked state, the three middle school students couldn't help but sigh. Perhaps due to her tennis training, her well-proportioned figure surpassed that of a professional model; they almost wanted to pull her into their arms.

'Take those off too, take them all off.'" "Goro crossed his legs and said.

He Ying crossed her arms in front of her, concealing the shameful bulge beneath her panties. She already felt immense shame about wearing underwear like this in front of men, but urged on by Goro, as if trying to banish that ache, she immediately gritted her teeth, her slender fingers resting on the waistband of her pantyhose, slowly pulling them off amidst trembling and shameful trembling. Seeing He Ying's face flushed with shame, making her even more alluring, the three middle school students held their breath, their eyes fixed on her with the anticipation and excitement of a stripper removing the last piece of cloth.

He Ying pulled off her pantyhose from her feet, closed her sorrowful eyes, and unhooked her bra. As the white bra fell to the ground like a lily, she clutched her breasts tightly with both hands.

'Ah, please, have mercy on me.'" Unable to bear the lewd stares of the three middle school students ,

He Ying crouched down, covering her high, rounded breasts with her arms. Her full thighs gleamed white, dazzling to behold.

"There's no way..." Yuan Long clicked his tongue, stood up from his chair, and walked behind He Ying.

"Stand up." He Ying, crouching there, had long, glossy black hair, styled in a beautiful braid. Yuan Long gazed with rapture at her smooth, snow-white backside; He Ying's skin was extremely white, shimmering with a luster.

"Your body is perfect for being tied up."

"You...you can't..." He Ying's face turned pale.

"Get the rope."

"Ah...no...don't."

Goro brought a long hemp rope, slowly untying it with a shake, and walked behind He Ying. He threw the rope to Yuan Long and grabbed He Ying's hands that were clutching her breasts.

"Ah! No!" "She trembled as if electrocuted, shrinking her body to its smallest possible size, but immediately screamed again, twisting her body with all her might.

"What do you want to do!"

"Because Miss He refused to undress readily, we had no choice but to help her."

"What are you doing with that rope...?" "

To tie you up."

"Didn't we agree to just take off our clothes?"

"Miss He really likes being tied up with hemp rope."

"Please... don't use this kind of hemp rope to tie me up..."

Seeing the thick hemp rope, about the thickness of a little finger, in Yuan Long's hand, probably dozens of meters long, He Ying's face turned deathly pale. She struggled violently in Wu Lang's hands. She knew that the longer the rope, the more complicated the binding would be, and the more miserable the bound woman would be. She had only intended to offer her body once, never expecting to be tied up, especially by three people. Shan Chuan had never used such a long rope before. What would she look like tied up with such a long rope?

"Don't you like using this kind of rough hemp rope?" Wu Lang twisted He Ying's beautiful hands behind her back with great force. He Ying struggled desperately. She was filled with regret and tried her best to escape.

"No...don't tie me up..."

Benbo pounced on her again, pinning He Ying down as she struggled desperately. Yuan Long used hemp rope to cross and tie He Ying's struggling wrists together, then wrapped the rope around her neck and tightened it twice at the base of her high breasts. Her full, mature breasts lost their original shape, and her pale pink areolas trembled pitifully. The rope was then wrapped around He Ying's back and tied tightly to her wrists in a knot. Then, her wrists were lifted high and tightly bound to her upper back. The rope was wrapped around her rounded shoulders, passed under her armpits, and crossed horizontally over her shoulders. He Ying's hands were completely immobilized. She struggled and twisted her body in vain, knowing that once she was firmly bound, it would be all over.

"What kind of middle school students are you? You're so despicable!" He Ying struggled desperately, her shiny black braids falling over her high, protruding breasts, rising and falling with her heavy breathing.Her eyes were filled with contempt and disgust.

"I've heard that Miss He particularly enjoys having her breasts tightly bound with rope."

Yuan Long wrapped the hemp rope around He Ying's chest. He Ying's shiny black hair draped over her swollen breasts. Yuan Long pressed the rope down on her hair, tightening it tightly around the top of her breasts. The four ropes squeezed He Ying's full breasts out of her chest, her snow-white skin taut. Due to the lack of blood circulation, He Ying's breasts swelled up, seemingly about to burst at the slightest touch. The ropes were deeply embedded in He Ying's delicate, fair skin. He Ying had never experienced such tight binding before. She felt short of breath. She gritted her teeth, gently shook her head, and struggled to try and relieve the pressure of the ropes. Yuan Long tied a knot firmly behind He Ying's neck, wrapped the rope around her chest, binding the two ropes above her breasts, then binding the two ropes below her breasts, and then pulled hard...

"Ouch..."

He Ying cried out in pain. The hemp rope around her breasts was pulled together in her deep cleavage, squeezing her round breasts into a flattened shape, and her rosy nipples immediately stood erect.

"Please...please...tie it a little looser..."

Seeing Yuan Long's skillful and ruthless binding techniques, He Ying realized that these middle school students were seasoned women-tying experts, and they would never let her go. Even He Ying's strong-willed personality was frightened.

Yuan Long carefully bound He Ying with hemp rope, one rope after another, leaving deep grooves in her flesh. She had never encountered such cruel and insidious binding before. Her upper body was bound with more than a dozen ropes, each one digging half an inch into her flesh, the tight binding making He Ying's breasts... She felt extremely short of breath. She bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, tightly closed her beautiful eyes, turned her head to the side, and endured each tightening of the rope. Originally, she only wanted to let Yuan Long play with her body once, but now she knew she had become the prey in another trap. She was completely desperate. Her hands, tightly bound behind her back, began to go numb, the numbness spreading from her wrists up her entire back. Her breasts gradually began to tingle, and her engorged nipples stood erect.

Goro and Honbo watched as the beautiful advertising model was bound naked by Yuan Long in a manner that resembled... Seeing her disheveled state, a greedy glint appeared in his eyes.

Yuan Long was a true expert at binding women. He carefully tightened each rope, but avoided touching He Ying's sensitive areas. Just binding her upper body alone took Yuan Long a whole loop of hemp rope, over thirty meters long. The rope, about the thickness of a little finger, was neatly tied around He Ying. He Ying's body was taut; due to Yuan Long's binding method, her shoulders were pulled back, and her breasts were thrust forward. She stopped struggling, turning her beautiful face to the side, avoiding the man's lewd gaze. With lewd gazes, He Ying, on her way here, never expected this outcome. She was found completely naked, tightly bound by three middle school students with hemp rope. Had she known this would happen, she would never have agreed to come here.

For He Ying, this posture, with her breasts prominently bound, was extremely humiliating; her private parts were completely exposed to the men's eyes. Her breasts were already large, and now, bound in this position, they appeared even larger. Looking at her breasts, deformed by the rope, she couldn't help but slightly bend her body, trying to make them appear smaller.

"Senior, you're so beautiful." Wu Lang took a coil of hemp rope from the cabinet and threw it to Yuan Long.

Yuan Long straightened the rope and walked towards the trembling He Ying.

He Ying knew exactly what they wanted to do; a throbbing pain began to throb in her buttocks.

Completely naked, with her hands bound behind her back, He Ying stood in the middle of the room, with Wu Lang and Mu Bo sitting on either side of her, their eyes lewdly fixed on the girl's smooth abdomen. He Ying's pubic hair was thick, neatly forming an inverted triangle. The glossy black pubic hair stretched between He Ying's tightly clenched legs. He Ying knew their intentions. She bit her lower lip hard, closed her eyes, and desperately squeezed her legs together. Bound like this, she had no room to resist and could only let them do as they pleased.

"Senior's pubic hair is so black."

Yuan Long folded the hemp rope in half and tied it neatly twice around He Ying's waist, making a large knot, and pressed it against He Ying's navel. Then, from the navel, he stretched the hemp rope across the hip bones to both sides, tied another knot on the upper side of He Ying's round buttocks, and the rope, now joined together, cut into He Ying's deep buttock cleft from back to front, pressing tightly against He Ying's soft vagina. Yuan Long tied the hemp rope to the knot on He Ying's navel, then pulled hard—

"Oh—oh—it hurts—please—tie—tie it looser—"

He Ying cried out, stimulated by the hemp rope that suddenly tightened into her vagina. Yuan Long tied the rope properly, then spread the hemp rope tightly inside He Ying's vagina to both sides. The hemp rope twisted around the curly, shiny black pubic hair and tightened around the base of her thighs, pushing the vulva open and revealing the pink, tender flesh inside, which was slightly steaming and exuded the fragrance of a mature woman.

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