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38-Playful
Demona MaxwellI hope you enjoyed that cook-off. I wanted to get Lola back into a grove, and this scene kept hounding me. I originally had it scheduled for later, but it fits nicely here. Let me know what you think, and don't forget that thumbs-up and to drop those Gems.
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Anything For Lola 40-Fun
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Anything For Lola 41.1-Pulses
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Anything For Lola 41.2-Pulses
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Anything For Lola 42.1-Grind
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Anything For Lola 42.2-Grind
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Anything For Lola 43.1-Dance
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Anything For Lola 43.2-Dance
The lights dim and flicker again when he approaches my neck, but Justine isn’t back yet. That makes me pout through his advances. I start to get up, but Damien distracts me with his touch. Not that I mind. However, I wish Justine were here too. “Justine's going to miss it. Where is she?” I ask, looking around, “We should go find her,” I say upon parting lips. “No, Lola, just watch,” he says with another kiss on my lips. Damien gently turns my face to the stage, kissing my neck and shoulders. Only one dancer comes out this time, her back is to us, but she looks over her shoulder. Her face is covered with a half veil, but I recognized those eyes. Justine’s dressed like a sexy belly dancer, and a lot of her skin is showing. But what’s covered is in a sheer blue gypsy outfit with silver accents. The colors make her pale skin glow. “Oh my god, it’s Justine,” I gasp, grabbing his thigh. Damien moans holding me closer to him as I try to get up. I’m squirming, trying to get away, but he
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