
The thirteenth night Diya no longer tried to prepare herself.
Her body did it for her now. When she lay down naked on her back and let her knees fall apart, her cunt was already swollen, puffy, and wet. The lips stayed slightly parted on their own. The sheet beneath her still carried the heavy stain and smell of the night before. She forced her breathing into the slow rhythm of sleep and waited with her legs open.




















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