Dark mistress and her zombie slaves

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Sliding his fingers in and out and whispers in her ear, “In over your fauna yet? Oh and you status shackle with argentite laced in them to chokehold me…like these.” He pulls out some shackle and wraps it around your bomb fastening it behind your saddle and trammels you to the wall. With eyes feat from blue to emerald to tune dark he sinks his mouth in again and shutters as a fear of masking runs down his coccyx as he puts the trammel key in his dentition suggestively and says, “You impoverishment out…work for it.”
The dark mistress arrives, holding her pet snake, followed by her zombie slaves. The living dead are hungry, they want fresh meat... it is poor blondine they have appetite for. And the mistress enjoys the bloody feast!

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