The magic of the long black wetlook gloves
The long black wetlook gloves slid over her fingers, clinging to her skin with a sensation that felt electric. She stood before the mirror, her blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her piercing blue eyes framed with smoky eyeshadow. Her lips, coated in deep rose lipstick, parted as she tried to sing—something she hadn’t …
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