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I love the little hint of panties clinging to her ankles. The elegant curve of her hip. Those delicate and somehow spider-like arms. And, of course, have you ever seen a more yummy case of "fuck me" eyes?
*cute note* I have since been informed by the artist that they are not panties at her ankle, but a little slave shackle. Like I needed her to be any more perfect.
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