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She locked the door of the farthest stall, heart pounding in her throat. She lifted her skirt to her waist. The black lace panties were already dark in the center, drenched. She pulled the fabric aside with two fingers, exposing her red, swollen pussy, glistening with arousal. The outer lips parted, clit swollen and begging for touch. She took the photo with flash—the harsh light highlighting every drop of slick running down. No filter. No caption. She sent it. Seconds later: **Fabian:** Fuck, Jéssica. **Fabian:** Look at that dripping slut pussy. Is it dripping on the bathroom floor?

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His voice saddened “ No…you are a great father with a ungrateful daughter. Which daughter hurts her father until he is at the brink of death? Which sister gets jealous of her younger sister and plots to kill her? she is nothing more than a psycho” Every word I said was nothing but true. I felt dad relaxing at my words which felt extremely good “ a good daughter also relax her father right Enola” I could not stop myself from smiling. Finally I know how love of father feels like “ By the way dad. no one knows about this other than John and Grace” “grace?” he questioned “ Grace is the girl who switched souls with Bella” “ how does this switching thing works?” he asked “well it goes like…..”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

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