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Raven’s Stormy Evening
Raven stood alone on the skyscraper patio, the city below a blur of lights, oblivious to the redhead owning the night above. Her fiery red hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face and full, glossy lips. The hot pink hula skirt hugged her curvy hips, its fronds brushing her smooth, toned thighs, swaying with every move. Her killer figure—big chest in a wet, clinging top, tiny waist, and round hips—looked hot as hell, moving like she knew it.
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