The Indian prostitute was a vision of beauty. Her dark skin glowed

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the room.

Plenty of room for your face here

The sun was setting and the room was filled with a soft orange

If we were friends with benefits the changing room would be a

being naughty in my room

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being naughty in my room

being naughty in my room

being naughty in my room

being naughty in my room

being naughty in my room