THE MANOR OF WINTER SECRETS
It still set her on fire.
Heat flooded Elara’s cheeks and rushed straight between her legs. Her pussy clenched hard, a sudden gush of slick soaking through her panties until the fabric clung obscenely to her swollen, aching folds. Her nipples tightened painfully against the soft wool of her gown. She looked away quickly, furious with her body’s instant betrayal, but the damage was done. One look from Lyra’s father and she was dripping again, clit throbbing with desperate, shameful need.
Lyra, completely oblivious, seized her hand and pulled her into another laughing twirl. “Dance with me!” Her bright laughter echoed off the ice sculptures, pure and innocent, while Elara’s thighs slid slickly
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