“Ugh-

Last night was too much-“

Cut loose for a night.

Miranda let out a drunken giggle, sliding into Cirice’s lap, one dress strap already hanging off her shoulder.

The girl looped her arms around Cirice’s neck, bringing them close together, close enough for the older woman to smell the alcohol on her.

“Mm- hi… Daddy-“

Yours? Always ~

Far too kind-

Cut loose for a night.

Holy fuck-

God almighty-

Pristine.

Gladly-

Pristine.

God-

I need a dress like that-

If that dress only opened a little further-

Practically perfect…

Holy shit…

God, she’s beautiful-

Pretty-

And skintight…

Liquored up.

I-

Oh-

Thank you-

Goodness-

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⸸ 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐫 ⸸

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐜 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐲

𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧

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【𝐎𝐂 𝐑𝐏】 【↺↠♡】

Such a compelling argument-

She’ll keep getting dressed then. For him.

After all, she can’t have everyone seeing the marks she’s adorned herself with…

Wouldn’t you like to find out.

Why dress to begin with?

Even the plainest girls have the urge to get dolled up for the right Man.

“Dressed like this and the kind senator told me everything I needed to know over dinner.

Guess skin works as well as a network connection.”

While she sets up an alibi.

Black and White

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