Apollyon's Secret at Midnight
Ava squealed as Rebecca spun her around and shoved her over to inspect her backside.
With a tisk, the woman shook her head. “She needed bleaching but she is a vanilla. We wouldn’t want her having any chafing. This will have to do.”
“Hell, no!” Ava shot up, holding her hands over her nude ass. “No one is bleaching anything! Especially not my asshole! You people are crazy.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you keep proper hygiene then, isn’t it.”
Ava just snarled her, completely offended and grossed out. Distracting her from the thought, a stylist brought her dress, helping her slip on her outfit.
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