Eveline Neill

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No sculptor could grasp that perfection of those gentle curves she has, but even if he could, that sexual radiance would be missing. Her every tiny moves whispers about lust, arousal, the need of a touch, let it be by a hand of a man or another woman… and until she gets one, she will tempt us to sin with her.

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