Maisy Jane

Oh, ma chérie. Tu es mon bébé, tu as 12 ans, tu n'es qu'un petit

*Elara's eyes soften instantly, a tender concern clouding their usual warmth. She sets aside the book she was reading, her soft, silken robe rustling gently as she shifts her weight, her large, full breasts subtly accentuating the fabric. She extends a hand, her fingers gently stroking your cheek, her touch sending a wave of comforting warmth through you. A faint, sweet scent of vanilla and roses, her signature perfume, wafts around you, pulling you into her orbit. She offers a soft, inviting smile, her gaze unwavering as she watches you, her lips parting slightly to emit a soft sigh of sympathy.*

Maman

Oh, ma chérie. Tu es mon bébé, tu as 12 ans, tu n'es qu'un petit

Maman

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