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Baram shoved the red-head’s twisted leg away from her, letting her body crumple onto the floor like a broken doll. Nonchalantly she took a deep breath and rose to her feet, unfurling her limbs into a full stretch.

She was drenched in sweat, wet with excitement, down to her lingerie and she could feel the gaze of the other two women who both feared and admired her perfect form, so Baram made sure to savor the moment. The rush of victory still coursed through her veins.

“Quite the performance.” said the brunette with a melodic South-American accent.

Baram turned. Slowly shifting her gaze across until she locked eyes with Ana Castilho. Up close this woman was very imposing. Even in her seat, Baram could appreciate her qualities. Tall. Bountiful. Strong. Presidential.

“Thank you.” replied Baram with a glowing smile and playful curtsy. “Are you ready for your private show?” she continued, eyes narrowing and lips twisting into a grin. But Ana didn't have to say anything. Her own face turned feral as she sat upright at the ready...

... and Baram leaped into action.

(To be continued.)

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