030. Grace

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Red, bloody meat. That's her favorite kind of meal.

This one isn't half bad either — a petite, naked young woman with black-and-green ombre hair spilling out on flannel sheets. She croons under Maze's tongue lapping her bellybutton, her teeth pulling oh-so-gently on the young woman's silvered navel ring.

A smudging of drying, lavender buttercream covers her areolas and nipples, with white and pastel blue and dark blue sprinkles included, nibbled away by Maze's lips taking their time.

"What did you say your name was again?" Maze whispers, listening attentively as the other girl mumbles it shyly, almost laughing out loud.

God's favor, huh?

Devils and spawn, this life is just so funny.

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Lucifer isn't mine. I JUST LOVE MAZ LOVING GIRLS. -THROWS RAINBOW CONFETTI- LMAO. Thoughts/comments are deeply appreciated!