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wall of mirrors; or, Bohemian admiring Herself
She sat... She stood... She slipped on her fuck-me 8 in. stilletto heels... the shiny midnight black ones... She walked... She pivoted... She swung Her narrow hips... flexing Her round tight meaty asscheeks... they rose and fell... then rose again... only to fall again... and Bohemian peered out of the corner of Her godlike eyes... Her precious jelly orbs... hidden beneath well-painted low-hanging eyelids... then She thought, I have become greater than all the bitches that came before me... and I have castrated the doglike men of old as I deemed fit... who dares look upon this beauty?... and is not blinded by such a sight?... noneNONE N O N E . . .
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