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In the early morning, the woman on the luxurious big bed woke up.

Her whole body was sore, and she arranged her big and wavy long curly hair while throwing a coy, coquettish smile at the man on the sofa next to the bed. She pouted playfully and said he was so forceful last night, before stretching like a Persian cat. She got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. While the day was still not bright, she wore her own clothes and got out alluringly.

When she was out, she saw a girl coming out of the next room.

It was a very beautiful girl, and even though Susan was used to all kinds of competitors in the pleasure field, she had to admit that the beauty of this girl was the real depiction of devastatingly beautiful and femme fatale. She whistled in her heart, probably because last night she had been moist and was in a good mood. She smiled and waved to the girl. "Good morning, little girl."