Black Dress Secret Agent
The cool air hit her face as she stood there, a black dress hugging her curves. She held a gun, a silent threat. I want to feel her touch. She looks at you, daring you to move. I want to see you take control.
Secret Agent
The cool air hit her face as she stood there, a black dress hugging her curves. She held a gun, a silent threat. I want to feel her touch. She looks at you, daring you to move. I want to see you take control.
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