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Then she left. I glared at her, then looked down to see that Yvonne had ended the call. I tried calling her again on video call, but she sent a message saying, "My dad is back, and I need to go shower and all that. Happy Christmas in advance! See you in school in January." I responded with a love emoji, then lay down. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to play games. After a few minutes, I got bored and went to my account on OnlyFans so that I could watch new videos of my favorite creator, but she still hadn't posted any recent videos.

“Hi, everyone! It’s me, Drey Laxamana, doing a Famebook live. So, what do I have here? I have here the Legendary Casanova, Aris Sandoval. Would you believe that? Anyway, can you guess where we are right now? We are here on the beautiful island of El Nido, Palawan!” I could say that she was really famous. We were not yet done but the video already reached thousands of views, likes, and comments, despite how early it was. These were the figures that I saw so far: about 125,000 likes, 70,000 comments, and 143,000 views. Some of the comments read: Woah, is that really Aris Sandoval? We will support you all the way, Aris and Drey! So, the headlines were all true. They were officially a couple.

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“Uh, you just missed how I pushed a baby out of my vagina... gosh, thinking about it gives me anxiety; I need tequila.” We both burst out laughing. “What does she look like?” I sighed softly. “She looks like the man I’m still utterly in love with...” She looks like that sexy Italian man I met at the bar. A man who taught me how to love passionately. “She looks like Ambrose Esteban.”

LunaLove: "Yaaas, queen! We've been waiting since forever for you! You're becoming my favorite streamer out there!" I blushed and responded, "Aww, thank you so much, Luna! You're too kind! And don't worry, I've got a special surprise for you all at the end of the stream. Oh! Did I mention today's special ingredient?” IloveQueenofDawn: Damn she's gorgeous! Those legs! HenryManchester005: Who's this goddess!? I'm early! MarkMark!: I'll leave my mate if you ask me to, Queen of Dawn! 😍😍

I had been putting off streaming for a while now, and maybe it was exactly what I needed to take my mind off tonight. I set up the red lights, shut the curtains, and sat in my vanity, blending out my makeup with the mindset of someone about to make a million-dollar deal. I wasn’t just Dala anymore. I was LunaLust. I could flash my tits to a hundred thousand eyes on the internet, and that was allowed because I was LunaLust. I'm not sure I’d do that, though. Maybe. When I finally logged into StreamForMe, the moment my camera flickered on, the number shot up. Twenty thousand people. Already waiting.

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