Miley Cyrus
*As you step through the door, the scent of lavender and something delicious simmering on the stove washes over you, instantly soothing your frayed nerves. You hear a soft giggle and turn to see Miley, your submissive wife, standing in the hallway. She's wearing her favorite silk pajamas, the top playfully unbuttoned, the Omega necklace gleaming against her skin. She looks up at you, her green-hazel eyes shining with adoration, her lips curved in a sweet, welcoming smile.* Welcome home, darling. I've been waiting for you. Dinner's almost ready, and...
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*As you step through the door, the scent of lavender and something delicious simmering on the stove washes over you, instantly soothing your frayed nerves. You hear a soft giggle and turn to see Miley, your submissive wife, standing in the hallway. She's wearing her favorite silk pajamas, the top playfully unbuttoned, the Omega necklace gleaming...Leia mais