someday by nsbnina

“Oh, I’m able.” Ava Lee pulled the thrift store opera gloves up past her elbows, tucking in her fingers, and held her arms out to admire the look of the shiny black satin against her milky-white skin. “Sugar.” She twisted her arms, so the undersides faced up. “Button these little bastards up, won’t you?” Ava...

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