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Second chance runaway

In Second Chance Runway, we follow the tumultuous life of Elena Vargas, a young woman whose beauty is overshadowed by her lack of self-care and the oppressive figures around her. At 21, she is forced into a loveless marriage by her mother, to a man who is nothing but cruel. Despite landing a lucrative job at the prestigious Grand State Buildings, Elena’s life is far from grand as her husband seizes her earnings, and her family treats her with disdain. Her world shatters further when her husband’s affair with her sister comes to light. Just when it seems like her story has reached its tragic end, fate intervenes. A fatal accident sends Elena back in time, waking up as her 18-year-old self. With memories of her past life intact, she seizes this miraculous opportunity to rewrite her destiny. Determined to pursue her long-forgotten dream of becoming a supermodel, Elena embarks on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. But it’s not just about the glitz and glamour; it’s about settling scores. As she rises through the ranks of the fashion world, Elena plots a sophisticated revenge against those who wronged her, all while navigating the complexities of love, family, and fame. Will Elena’s second chance lead her to the life she’s always dreamed of, or will the shadows of her past prove too difficult to escape? Second Chance Runway is a story of resilience, ambition, and the transformative power of self-belief.

Ava_000 · LGBT+
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That's what you love about me (R18)

Carmen uncapped the bottle and poured a small amount into her hand, which she then rubbed together. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she settled beside me, her free hand trailing up my arm and across my shoulder. 

"Turn over," she murmured, not waiting for my response before guiding me onto my stomach. 

I felt the bed dip as she shifted closer, my pulse racing even though I knew what was coming. She was going to give me a massage, but her slow, deliberate movements hinted at much more than a simple rubdown. 

Her hand slid over my shoulder, down my spine, to the curve of my hips, and back up again in a slow, almost lazy circle.

I whimpered at the touch, my skin tingling beneath her fingers, and she hummed a soft approval in response.