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Private Viewing

作者: Lily Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-04-12 08:25:00

Chapter 13: Private Viewing

The spa day left my body relaxed and my mind buzzing. Damien didn’t give me much time to recover. The very next afternoon, his town car picked me up from my apartment with a simple text:

Damien: Wear the emerald green dress I bought you. No panties. Be ready in twenty minutes. Daddy has a surprise.

I obeyed, of course. The deep V-neck dress hugged my curves perfectly, the fabric cool against my ba

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