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The Girl from Saint Guillermo I
For the past days I had been watching Sir Felix closely.
So far, he only had three preys that I had known of. The first one was Sister Ana. She was an obvious target for she was beautiful. She had an ivory skin that matched with her apple-like red lips. And what made her stand out more was the matured curves of her body that her habit could not hide.
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