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... er thighs. She had grown accustomed to this body, to its inherent elegance.
She looked at Celeste, kneeling on the floor before her, her heart filled with a strange mix of pity and... amusement?
She reached out, her fingers gently stroking Celeste’s golden hair, its softness, its silkiness, a stark contrast to the rough scars that marred her skin.
Celeste, feeling Adele’s touch, the warmth of her hand against her scalp, finally broke. The tension that had been coiling wit ...
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