On the twelfth day of Wicked Little Secrets, my true love gave to me . . .
Twelve Tastefully Erotic Masterpieces!
On the wall above them was a massive painting of a lady with moonlit
skin and honey-colored hair reposing on the gentle waves of a blue silk sheet.
One hand rested behind her head, while the dainty fingers of her other hand
entwined the fine curls of her most feminine area. Her breasts were round and
more than a little generous. Yet to Vivienne, the most scandalous detail of
this painting wasn’t the tantalizing breasts or the slight parting of the
lady’s limbs, but the enticing smile on her lips as she gazed boldly at the
viewer.
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