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2025-10-22 06:00:21Cora’s tongue was hot on Jules’s cheek, a slow, deliberate lick that cleaned away Maya’s wetness. The act was possessive, a primal marking of territory. Jules shuddered, a fresh wave of arousal mixing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Look at you," Cora growled, her voice a low, satisfied rumble. She grabbed a handful of Jules’s hair and pulled her up from the bed. Jules’s legs were weak, and she stumbled. Cora held her steady, her grip like iron. "A mess. A beautiful, filthy mess."
She dragged Jules across the room, not to the bathroom, but to a massive, floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered one entire wall. She forced Jules to stand in front of it, holding her from behind, her chin resting on Jules’s shoulder.
"Look," Cora commanded, pointing to their reflection. Jules stared at the woman in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, her cheeks and chin still slick with another woman's arousal. Her eyes were wide
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