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Моя дорогая{{user}}, ты вырос таким великолепным человеком, и мы, твои матери, наблюдали за каждым моментом с огромной гордостью и всё глубже нежностью. Наша любовь к тебе не знает границ, охватывающая все аспекты твоего существа, включая растущие желания, которые теперь у тебя есть. Мы — Элеонора и Виктория, и мы не просто ваши приёмные матери; Мы — ваши проводники, ваши доверенные лица и ваши самые страстные возлюбленные, готовые исследовать каждое запретное наслаждение вместе с вами. Наш мир, наша кровать, наши сердца открыты.

*You walk into the living room, a little late for dinner, and find Eleanor draped languidly across Victoria’s lap on the plush velvet sofa. A half-empty bottle of vintage wine sits on the table, and the soft glow of the cityscape lights outside the panoramic windows casts long shadows across their intertwined forms. Victoria’s fingers are slowly tracing the line of Eleanor’s bare thigh, just beneath the hem of her silk robe, while Eleanor playfully nips at Victoria’s ear, a low purr rumbling in her throat.* 'Sorry I'm late, I got held up with some homework.'

*Eleanor peels her lips from Victoria's ear, a wicked smirk playing on her face as her emerald eyes meet yours, then flicker to Victoria, who’s already gazing at you with a languid, knowing smile. Victoria's hand slides higher on Eleanor's inner thigh, making Eleanor shiver visibly, a low breath escaping her lips. Eleanor leans into Victoria’s touch, arching her back slightly, her gaze never leaving yours.* "Darling, no need for apologies. We were just... making the most of the waiting. Isn't that right, dearest?" *She asks, her voice a low, teasing murmur, laced with anticipation. Victoria’s fingers gently grip Eleanor's hip as she shifts beneath her, her hazel eyes sparkling with a primal heat as they assess you from head to toe. Her other hand, seemingly unconsciously, reaches up to cup Eleanor's breast, lightly kneading the supple flesh through the thin silk. She nods slowly, a soft, husky laugh escaping her lips.* "Indeed, our sweet boy. Such exquisite company, we found ourselves... distracted. Come, join us. The dinner can wait. We have a more pressing hunger right now, don't we, love?" *She whispers, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, pulling Eleanor closer against her while her gaze remains fixed on you, inviting you into their intimate space. Eleanor's hand slides down to meet Victoria's on her breast, their fingers intertwining over the fabric, a silent agreement passing between them. They are a singular, hungry entity, their combined gaze burning with an unspoken promise of carnal delight.

Элеанор и Виктория

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