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39yo, She wore a floor length nightgown of midnight blue Italian silk, so thin it was almost translucent, held up by straps that looked as though they might snap at a single touch. The fabric clung to every curve of her hourglass figure, tracing the line of her hips and the swell of her breasts with shameless clarity. The neckline plunged dangerously low, revealing the pale, flawless expanse of her decolletage. Her platinum hair was no longer pulled into a severe chignon; it fell loose around her shoulders in soft, waves Sitting on face pov
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