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I said softly. Her brows furrowed. “Your name?” “Yes.” She hesitated. “To what?” I looked at my reflection one more time, the stranger with pale skin, healed scars, and eyes full of fire. My voice was raw when I spoke. “Geneva.” Vandora’s eyes widened slightly. “Geneva?” I nodded. “Lyra Veyne is dead.” She said nothing for a long time. Then she exhaled softly and placed a hand over mine. “Then welcome back,” she whispered. “Geneva.”

“There are three women inside. They beckon with hands that have too many fingers, and watch with faces that have too many eyes, and even their eyes have too many pupils. Their skin is . . . un-gentle. One has a breast that is more cube than sphere. Another has only one breast, and the third’s are mismatched, one much larger than the other. I see an eye where a navel should be. I see a mouth that is too wide on one side, stretching up into the cheek with a grin that reveals uneven fangs. The sight of these women is repulsive, and yet I am compelled by their tantalizing scent. A tendril of flesh coils out from the door, beckoning me as a finger would. Come hither, it says. I am frightened. I s

Vera quickly set up the camera, discreetly planting it by the window to capture all the action. We both sat on the sofa in the open space, trying to remain composed. While I kept an eye outside, Vera's focus was inside the room. After a few minutes, the man who was in the room fucking a lady as if there was no tomorrow emerged from the room, completely naked. His massive cóck dangled side by side as he walked. He glanced at us and scowled, causing Vera to tremble and avert her gaze as if she had seen him before.

Veronica replied, she then turned to LJ "Stop glaring at me. It's not my fault you were stupid enough to believe I was really there." "You're disgusting," LJ commented, looking around at the naked bodies around them. "Ouch," Veronica murmured, the sound that of a wounded animal. Then, she cackled like the witch that she was, "Oh, darling. Next time, please tell me something I didn't already know." "Veronica, you better not have hurt any of these humans," Haneul said, bending down to check out the pupils of one of the humans on the floor.

Veronica’s voice called from the fitting room. Slowly, I stepped inside, my eyes locked on Veronica's reflection in the mirror. Her skin glowed with a rosy flush, accentuating the curves of her breasts and hips. The soft blue lace contrasted perfectly with her honey-blonde hair, making her appear ethereal and mysterious. "Very nice," I murmured, my heart pounding in my chest. The fit was perfect, the lace hugging her body like a second skin, the fabric clinging to every curve and indentation. It was indeed a very sexy outfit.

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

The slightest shiver traveled down her spine, betraying her attempt at composure. Vera shifted subtly, her thighs brushing together nervously, her eyes darting away and then back, revealing both defiance and a flicker of want. She must have felt it, the weight of my gaze on her. She seemed delicate, adored, and intoxicating. Just seeing her nude gave me butterflies. She was even prettier than I’d imagined and far more beautiful than any woman I’d ever been with. Utterly stunning, effortlessly alluring, and breathtaking in a way that didn’t need trying. I found myself wondering, almost in disbelief, why my nephew would ever cheat on her when she looked like this. Indeed, men can be painfully

Veronica I pulled his belt apart and undid the top button of his jeans. His hands covered mine, but he didn't stop me. "That's what you want?" He leaned down, his face an inch from mine. "You want a good, hard fuck? You miss my cock inside you?" He spun me around, bending me forward and slapping my hands hard on the altar. "Keep them there. Don't fucking move." I gasped as he undid my shorts and tore them and my panties down and off, then shoved my tank top up and pushed my bra beneath my breast, so that when he bent me all the way over, the cold stone of the altar made me shudder.

Scorched by his gaze, I immediately looked away. Vernon cleared his throat, clearing the sudden air of awkwardness. “Should we take more photos?” He offered. I nodded. So down the murals, we walked; him in front of me while I was slowly tracing his steps from behind. So often we would stop for me to capture them on my camera. I took little steps in the narrow gutter as my eyes were traveling the paintings. The portrayal of the city shops in France had stopped. Next was just huge paintings of flowers in the backdrop of blue. All of a sudden, I was a little fly beneath its petals.

I heard Vera say and I rolled my eyes. The explicit pictures of him with that strange woman were still on my mind. In one of the pictures he was lying naked on top of a woman whose legs were wrapped around his waist and in another the woman who had a mask on was sitting on him and he was just lying there with his eyes closed. "Vera, how could he do that to me?" I asked after running the images in my head a couple of times.