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In velvet crypt where moonlight bleeds through stained-glass, she lies corset discarded, skin a pale cathedral of sin. Ebony hair coils like funeral roses; thighs part. Shadows tongue the salt from lips. Each gasp an unholy prayer; the night loves her open until dawn.
February 17, 2026 at 12:27 AM
In velvet crypt where moonlight bleeds through stained-glass, she lies corset discarded, skin a pale cathedral of sin. Ebony hair coils like funeral roses; thighs part. Shadows tongue the salt from lips. Each gasp an unholy prayer; the night loves her open until dawn.
Follow me if you're!
February 7, 2026 at 3:35 PM
Follow me if you're!
