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Nerylana...
For those who couldn't enjoy it the first time around:
l nerylana
Dark drapings of quiet nobility adorn this little girl of court.
Silently, crimson red locks, like those poets only dare
whisper about, creep from her hood. They contrast piercing
emerald pools, which lie in tranquility aside a cutish up-
turned nose. Lips spark, like steel and flint, and add luster to
crimson crime.
Her neckline gives way to two mounds, the only two
philosopher's stones worth speaking about. The bestiaries
of the ancients have left them out. Why enumerate
unicorns and elves and ignore these luscious buns of renown?
Each nearly fall from her blouse, held back by only a single
button you swear will burst with the slightest heave.
Sleek and taut, her milky white skin lies supple and inviting,
under the barely concealing garb of well-woven silk. Cut at
the halter, her soft belly is exposed, and seemingly absorbs
not only the darkness, but also many of the eyes of those
men around her. Careening flesh climbs and peaks atop the
mount of her hips then descends to that forbidden valley of
her inner thighs. Fresh and familiar to none, her legs lead to
her bare, yet oddly attractive feet.
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