Skin of satin
The colour of roses
Sky high
Ultimate beauty
Perfectly formed
Shaped by magic
I desire you like no other.
What is a touch of pain, for this?
Purest pleasure
Beautiful, Bright Red Stilettos.
Skin of satin
The colour of roses
Sky high
Ultimate beauty
Perfectly formed
Shaped by magic
I desire you like no other.
What is a touch of pain, for this?
Purest pleasure
Beautiful, Bright Red Stilettos.
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