100 Nights of Forbidden Fire
"I want a better look at our new bitch."
The room flooded with harsh light, blinding me for a moment. Amelia, standing there, her little black dress rumpled. They pulled the skirt up, revealing the lace thong I’d bought for our anniversary. My eyes widened. She’d shaved. Her skin, milk-white against the black lace, gleamed. And then I saw it, a dark patch blossoming on the fabric between her legs, spreading. She was soaking wet.
"She wants it!" the tallest one declared, a cruel grin stretching his mask.
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