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Carmel felt uncomfortable as she lounged along the black leather sofa. Her outfit felt tight, but Antonio had insisted that she wear it. Who was she to complain?
So she lay there, her pale skin white as an ivory moon, a stark contrast to the dark dynamic leather that caressed her curvaceous figure.
“That's right, baby. Offer me your treasures.”
Her scarlet lips pouted. She leaned forward, with her boobs spilling over.
Antonio frowned.
Carmel sighed, draping the beads across her skin. Someday she'd be discovered, never having to advertise beastly jewellery for a two bit magazine again.
Click.