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Sunday Snog - Blissemas!

Welcome Sunday Snog devotees, this week a Blissemas snog from my new collection, Stories for When the Sun Goes Down. This steamy snippet is from The Champagne Whore and is set in a super posh hotel in wintery London Town.



He props an elbow on the bar and leans in close. “One thousand,” he murmurs. “For the whole night, my rules, I’m in charge—you do what I say.”“That could work.” I pretend to mull it over and try not to look too excited at the deal about to be struck and what delights might lay ahead. His cool water aftershave and his intensely primitive stare are making me wet for him already.“But one thing first.” He straightens and his suit jacket stretches across his chest.“What?”“Uncross your legs.”“Pardon?”“You heard what I said—I want to sample the goods before I cough up a grand.”“You want to sample the goods… here?”“Oh, yeah, right here, right now, my rules remember.”I unfurl my legs and slide to the edge of the stool, grateful that apart from a few drivers whizzing along Park Lane I’m hidden from view to everyone in the Champagne Bar.He stands, nudges my legs further open and reaches to pull his stool closer. He sits back down. I take a sip of champagne and feel a thrill as the tip of his cool index finger sneaks up the hem of my dress onto my fishnets. I make a point of not reacting to the burst of pleasure as he winds higher and higher onto the warm flesh of my thigh. The material of my dress is bunched and rucked around his wrist and his wandering fingers find and sweep the silk gusset of my lace panties. I don’t look down though I know I’m on show, exposed, instead I hold a serene, confident expression as his unblinking gaze drills into me.“You’re hot,” he whispers. “Are you wet, too?”“Just for you.” I squirm against his inquisitive finger.“Dirty little whore,” he mouths, a twitch catching his upper lip and a wicked glint sharding through his eyes. He pulls the elastic of my knickers aside and a single thick finger strokes up the soft folds of my now hyper-sensitive flesh and flicks over my buzzing clitoris. Just once, just enough to tease and make me want more. I pull in a sharp breath and try not to let out a whimper as the barman walks over and removes our empty glasses. “Would you like more champagne, sir?” he asks.The exploring finger begins to slowly push into my emptiness, filling me just a little. I can barely register what the question has been.“We’re fine thanks,” Hunk answers for me as he slides all the way in. I feel my spine soften and curl forward. I need more of what he’s doing but I can’t have it now, not here. I look up at the barman and see a fleeting, unreadable expression cross his face before he turns his back on us. Hunk pulls slowly out, realigns my knickers and straightens my dress to my knees.“Well,” I ask, feeling a flush of colour rise on my cheekbones as I re-cross my legs, pretending the whole thing never happened.My brooding client holds his hand up and the light catches my glistening juices spread on his finger. “Let’s see.” He opens his mouth and pokes his long, moist finger in up to the knuckle. Then, closing his eyes, he withdraws it very, very slowly letting out a small murmur of approval as he does so. “I think…” he says, hardly opening his hooded eyes. “You’ll do very nicely, but I’ll warn you, I don’t spend a thousand pounds lightly, I’ll be getting my moneys worth. You think you can handle that?”I practically melt into a boneless heap at the thought of him making sure he gets his money’s worth out of me. “I can handle plenty,” I say with a jut of my jaw that belies my jubilant butterflies.“Good,” he says, standing. “Let’s go.”He waits as I pick up my purse and then threads his fingers with mine. He leads me past the three men and out into the bright lobby. “You like my dress then?” I ask conversationally as we head across the lobby.“Not nearly slutty enough,” is his gruff response.We step into the waiting elevator. The second the door rolls shut he’s on me. Pushing me against the smoky mirrored wall with his big, powerful body and slamming his erection into my stomach. His mouth presses down on mine and his insistent tongue probes and explores. “No,” I manage to breathe as I twist and remove his tongue. “No kissing on the mouth.”“What?”“No kissing on the mouth, that’s the rule, stick to it or the deal is off.”He steps back and his weight is gone, I miss it already. A flash of disapproval, or maybe hurt, crosses his face and he runs a hand over his short, sharp hair. I have no time to explain it’s standard whore practice because the door pings open and an elderly, well-dressed couple step in.“Good evening,” they say.“Evening,” he replies through a strained voice. 
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The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour - Day 7

It's Day 7 of The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour and today things have really heated up! Check out Tabitha Rayne's blog for the sex show to end all sex shows!
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The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour

Day 6


Welcome to The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour. This is a very special tour as over twelve days the first twelve chapters of The Novice, book #1 in the Sexy as Hell series by Harlem Dae (myself and Natalie Dae)  will be published, one per day, per blog, for you to get a taste of Victor and Zara’s wild and erotic journey. I've got chapter 6 here today but you can find the previous chapters here.

About Sexy as Hell – Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.
Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order. Due to a dispute with Amazon The Virgin had to have a title change - hence The Novice!



The Novice is the first book, the second The Playerand finally The Vixen. Here is the back cover information for The Novice.
London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.
My journey to hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.
One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette. 
She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.
Her world.
Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.
And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.


So what are people saying about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy? I’m pleased to report that it’s all good, no, more than good. This trilogy has been described on Amazon as “far better than the 50 Shades of Grey”, one reader said, “I've read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by far my favourites.” another stated, “I was looking to be titillated yes, but instead was captured by the story of Zara and Victor.” You can read all the glowing reviews on the Harlem Dae website, plus read the FREE Harlem Dae magazine with all the inside gossip about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy and what it was like for two authors writing nearly 300k together and how their characters inspired them to keep on writing.
So finally, with just a last warning that this story is boundary pushing, hot, edgy and dark and not for those of a delicate disposition. It’s BDSM primarily but has a slow burn romance that tips everything on its head as feelings intensify and souls are bared.


Links
Tour Information/Where to find all the chapters
Harlem Dae Website 

The NoviceAmazon
Amazon UK

The Player Amazon Amazon UK 
The VixenAmazon Amazon UK


Chapter Six
Fuck it. Two gulps of a caffeinated espresso and my heart behaved like it was on a damn trapeze.I stared dumbly out of the window at Edgeware Road and tried to steady my breathing. People raced around, unaware of the beating of their hearts, untroubled by vixens who stopped by their place of work to give them impromptu blowjobs, and unscarred by a whipping show they’d witnessed the night before.Scarred, yes, that was how I felt. Not physically, but the spectacle had definitely left a mark on me. It was a fractured line no one but I could see. A new streak in my brain, my psyche, that was full of what if’s, how, why?Why?Curiosity was a funny thing. I’d always been an inquisitive bloke. I liked to know how things worked, the chemical composition of materials, the physics of a structure. But desire, desire for pain, that was a new one on me. I wasn’t sure the science I usually relied upon to quell my thirst for understanding would be any use to me. Who would want pain? It was the body’s alarm system. Most people spent their lives avoiding it.Why did Julie thrive on it? How the hell could a thrashing make her come? And what did it say about me that it had got me so hard and horny that I’d allowed that witch, Zara Watson, to feed me into her mouth and then make me come with three sharp sucks?It was a question with an answer I didn’t have. Not even the first straws of a clue to figuring out. But I suspected my teacher, my sexy, infuriating, sly teacher, would be only too willing to explain it in detail. She’d no doubt gloat all over again about the fact that I didn’t know everything.Who the hell did?
Mary looked slightly panicked when I finally returned to the office. And that wasn’t surprising; she was used to me arriving at seven and staying through till eight p.m. most days. Nipping out for lunch or even a coffee just wasn’t part of my routine.“Are you okay, Mr Partridge?” she asked, wringing her hands as she stood in my office doorway.“Yes, I’m fine thank you.” I sat down, placed my palms, fingers spread, on the desk.“Can I get you anything?” She tilted her head and studied me. Her glasses slipped down her hawkish nose, and she slid them back up the bridge.For an awful moment I imagined her standing, like that, in the doorway to my office earlier. When Zara had been enjoying my cock as her breakfast. It could have so easily happened. Mary knocked as she walked in, there was no pause. And why would she hesitate? She’d never had reason to suspect that I might be receiving oral sex from a harlot and might need a moment to tuck myself away and drag said harlot up from the floor before she entered.“Well, if you need anything, just let me know.” Mary reached for the door handle. “Mr Sherbourne has a one o’clock appointment. Until then you’re clear.”“Oh, do I know him?”“Only from a telephone conversation. This is his first visit to Partridge and Partners.” She paused.I tried not to look confused. Sherbourne?“He has an old primary school he’s hoping to convert into apartments,” Mary said with a frown.“Ah, yes, I remember speaking to him.” I nodded seriously. “That’s great, thanks.”Mary shut the door, and I tried to recall a conversation with Mr Sherbourne. Normally I was shit-hot at details like that, discussions about new, existing and old projects indelibly stamped on my mind. But it seemed that had changed. I couldn’t for the life of me bring to memory the primary school we’d discussed let alone the budget, spec or brief.I sighed, tapped my password into the Mac and opened Safari.What the hell was that club called last night? Did it even have a name? No, I didn’t think it did, but it did have a number six on the door. I remembered that. Wasn’t six the devil’s number?I pressed my fingers to my temples, tried to visualise the drive there in Zara’s Mini. What was the name of the street? In my mind I could see bedroom windows with scruffy, drawn curtains. I’d slunk down the seat a little. Not the kind of area I liked to be heading into in the dark. The bowels of London’s Soho were not my normal territory.Eden Street. It came to me. I’m not sure why, perhaps because it struck me as paradoxical. Wasn’t the Garden of Eden supposed to be beautiful yet full of temptation? Eden Street certainly hadn’t been beautiful. Tatty red-bricked buildings, a few boarded-up windows and Axel is a gay slagscrawled beneath the elevated road sign. But full of temptation. Well, that was up for debate. Depended if you thought getting whipped and flogged, made to feel powerless and small, was a temptation.Clearly some people did.Hastily I typed in Eden Street. Hit search. It came up with a college, a gym and a record store. No mention of any type of sex theatre. And certainly no listings of a nine o’clock showing featuring a tall, Barbie-like beauty flagellating herself to orgasm.Frustrated, I stood, walked to the window and stared out at the grey London day. The sun barely showed itself this time of year, it was as if a sudden bout of shyness had struck it. Many times, like today, it was hard to even discern its position in the sky. Just a flickering glimpse of a pale orb when the wind blew a thinner patch of cloud over its light.I gazed at the shiny, wet rooftops and wondered where Zara was now. What she was doing, who she was with.Did she have a regular job? Perhaps in a call centre, or Starbucks, maybe even in a library. I smirked. Library, no way. She didn’t have one quality a librarian needed. She was loud and crass, she pushed boundaries, delighted in shocking, and I couldn’t imagine for a minute she would read anything that wasn’t about fucking.Not to mention her clothes. What kind of librarian wore PVC that showed the gusset of her knickers?My cock stirred. Damn it. I hadn’t wanted to find her so sexy in her slutty clothes and trashy damp panties. But it had appealed to me. I thought I liked nice girls, in pretty white bras and lacy underwear. Seemed I had another side to me that liked the dirty, come-fuck-me look. Girls who flaunted their wares, took what they wanted, and weren’t scared to ask for it.Who’d have thought?My mobile rang and, willing my cock to behave, I answered it. It was my financial advisor wanting to discuss the tax forms.This would be a long, heavy conversation. Brain ache a guaranteed outcome.
I’d toyed with the idea of being late to pick up Zara. Just to piss her off. But when it came down to it, I was early. So early that I had to sit around the corner for ten minutes so I didn’t appear too eager.Because I wasn’t eager. Not at all. In fact, I was only keeping my word because that’s the sort of man I liked to think I was. Though if I’d had any choice in the matter I would have stayed at work drawing up the first draft of Mr Sherbourne’s construction. I’d just got into the flow, managed to rid my head of ridiculous sexual scenarios with Zara and in their place see the walls, the lines, the angles of the roof and the practicalities of the rooms. It had been a relief, those hours of forgetting, of not wanting, of not wondering what the hell she was going to do next to shock me, which ultimately seemed to be her goal.Nine on the dot, I pulled up outside her place and beeped the horn. I wasn’t about to leave the Porsche. This neighbourhood wasn’t as ropey as Eden Street, but I was no risk-taker when it came to the car.She made me wait for a whole five minutes before she sashayed towards me. She wore a tiny purple skirt that looked like it had been sprayed on and the paint was still wet. She’d teamed it with thigh-high black boots, silver buckles, and a faux-fur leopard-print jacket. Her hair was scraped back, harshly, and a long ponytail hung from the highest point of her head.She dropped into the passenger seat, long, sexy legs filling the footwell, chilled air gushing in with her.“Hi, honey, did you have a good day at the office?” she said with a grin then leaned across and pressed a kiss to my cheek. The tip of her nose was cool.I swiped at the sticky red lipstick I knew would be printed there. “It was different,” I muttered, revving the engine. The meaty tones rumbling through my body gave me a sense of power. I was in control here, I was driving. “Where are we going?”“I have to work. I’m due on stage in half an hour.”“What?” So why the hell had she insisted on seeing meif she was working?She raised her eyebrows and pouted. “I thought you might enjoy my show, Victor.”A knot wound tight in my stomach. It was bad enough that she’d made me watch Juliette, or Julie or whatever her name was, at that place last night. Did she really think that I wanted to watch her beat the living crap out of herself until she orgasmed?She rested her hand on my forearm.A tickle in my cheek told me that a nerve was flicking there.“Hey,” she said. “I promise it’s nothing like last night’s show. That’s not my thing at all. You saw my back when you did the zipper of my dress. Not a single mark or scar.”I clamped my jaw tight. It was good to know I wasn’t going to be watching Zara getting hurt, but still, I knew enough about her by now to know it would surprise the hell out of me.“I promise you’ll like it.” She leaned closer, sliding her hand up my arm, over my shoulder, then resting it on the base of my neck, pressing the collar on my leather jacket. “Victor, I promise it will turn you on. Not only that, it will tell you something about yourself that you never suspected lay in the deepest, darkest part of your soul.”How the hell did she know what lay in my soul? And I didn’t have a dark part to it.Did I?I turned to her, tried not to breathe in the spiced perfume she was wearing. It made me think of a trip I’d taken to Morocco with Helen—sultry nights, rich food, a beautiful woman in my bed each night.Zara was beautiful, too, I couldn’t deny that. Her cheekbones held a hint of an apple shape but were high and defined. Her nose was small and perfectly straight, her nostrils tiny, the flare of them hardly visible. She had a cute mole beneath them. Her lips were plump, and I would forever be able to picture them with a blob of my warm cum at the centre of the bottom one. But it was her eyes. You could call them hazel, kind of brown, with flecks, but they were more than that. The flecks glinted gold, the irises rimmed with black, and her pupils, they dilated when she was excited, when she teased me, shocked me, made me step out of my comfort zone.She thought I wasn’t perceptive, that I was just a ‘virgin’, but she’d thought wrong. I’d learned about her eyes. “So drive,” she said, sitting back and delving into a plus-sized red handbag. “You do know the way to Soho, don’t you?” She tugged out her mobile phone.“Yes, but—”“Carlos, darling, it’s me. Listen, I need a favour.”I glanced across at her as I pulled onto the road. Who the hell was Carlos?“I’m wonderful, thank you.” She giggled and tipped her head back. “Yes, of course, oh, definitely I’d be up for that. Anytime. Just say the word.”The deep rumble of a man’s voice echoed towards me, but not loud enough that I could discern any words. What the hell was Carlos offering her that she’d be up for anytime?“Yes, he’s coming tonight.” Pause. “He’ll be absolutely fine.” She reached across and squeezed my knee. “I have every faith in his potential.”Once again I let my attention leave the road, stared at her.She caught my gaze and winked.I pursed my lips, gripped the wheel and briefly watched my knuckles pale. I slowed then stopped at a red light and wished my cock wasn’t stirring just at her light touch on my leg.Witch.She removed her hand, and I missed the heat of her flesh seeping through my jeans and onto my skin.“But I really need him to relax,” Zara was saying, “so do you think you’d pop his car in Samson’s garage. I know he’ll be on edge if it’s on the street. Blokes his age are like that about their wheels.”I opened my mouth but no words came out. Bloody cheek. Blokes my age? What was I? About eight, nine years older than her? Certainly no more than that.But what could I say? I’d just been about to point out that leaving my car outside number six Eden Street was not an option. Zara had read me like a book, when for me she was like reading Japanese—backwards.“That’s great, we’ll meet you out the front in twenty. And make sure you’re ready for tonight’s show, won’t you.” She snapped her mobile shut then dropped it into the gaping mouth of her bag.“You really think I’m going to hand the keys of a hundred-and-twenty-thousand-pound car over to someone I don’t know?” I laughed, but not with humour.“Yes.”“Then you thought wrong.” I shook my head.“No I didn’t.” She flipped down the sun visor, slid the little cover back from the mirror and pursed her lips at her reflection.“This time, Zara, you’re asking too much.” The lights changed and I pulled away, still heading for Soho. I split my concentration between her and the road.She drew out a lipstick, slicking vivid red over her pout. Pressed her lips together and then checked her teeth.“Seriously, too much,” I said again, when she appeared not to have heard me.“Victor, baby.” She snapped the visor back up and tucked the lipstick away. “I haven’t even started asking things of you yet. And when I do, I promise you’ll say yes, every single fucking time.”

The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour - Day 5

It's Day 5 of The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour - just what has Zara got planned next for Victor? Hop over to Lucy Felthouse' blog and find out...

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Praise for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies
"This is a great, quick, easy, sexy, lovable book by Lily Harlem! I highly recommend this to anyone. Loved it!"
"If you are looking for a cute read with lots of great sex and a HEA than this is the book for you!"
"I love this author. Her characters are always so real. This was truly a great story. It was a story about Ashley's emerging sexuality and Individualism as well as Shane getting over the break up of his marriage. Both have what the other desperately needs. The exchange of sexual tension and trust is wonderfully written. Bravo again to Lily Harlem!"
"Hot, sweet, romantic, steamy are just a few of the words I would use to describe this story."

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The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour - Day 4

It's Day 4 of The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour and Victor gets a shock when Zara visits him at his office! Head on over to Smutters and find out exactly what...


And if you've missed the first three chapters - find the links to them here. Be warned though, it's hot with a capital H!

Medical Fetish (The Harlequin by Harlem Dae)

The sub-genre of medical fetish in erotic romance is not seen very often. It's a little taboo, perhaps not very romantic and certainly takes a bit of research to write.You've probably heard me talking about Sexy as Hell a dark BDSM trilogy I've written with Natalie Dae (published under the name Harlem Dae). Natalie and I enjoyed the characters so much we decided to write spin-off short stories about the secondary characters and this is where medical fetish comes in. The Harlequin is a character in the first book, The Novice. He dances with a snake writhing over his breast implants in front of a crowd and, not being shy, takes his orgasmic pleasure before an audience - due to content issues with Amazon the snake has had to convert to plastic but that's a whole other blog post.The Harlequin, also known as Marti has a gay lover who accepts him for what he is and loves him with all of his heart. When Marti's (real) snake, Rio, becomes ill they have to rush her to the vets in the middle of the night.This is where it gets interesting. The vet likes the look of his two clients very much and once Rio has been treated he's keen to indulge in some play with them, very sexy, very unusual play. This book is m/m/m so you can kind of imagine how it goes, except for the fact that Sheldon, the vet, is an expert in sounding and keen to show Marti how to do it properly and how good it feels. Add in a sprinkle of dominance and submission and it was a hot wild ride to write that certainly hit the spot in terms of what we wanted to do with Marty and Joel.So what is sounding?Sounding is the practice of inserting sterile metal rods into the urethra to stimulate the prostate from a whole new angle. It requires some skill, a high degree of cleanliness and a lot of curiosity, but from reading around on the internet the results can be pretty spectacular, which is exactly what Marti finds out!If you have any medical fetishes that tickle your fancy and you'd like to see in the books you read do let me know...Lily xAmazon Amazon UKOnly $1.24/77p

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The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour - Day 3

Another day, another chapter from The Novice - head on over to the fabulous Kay Jaybee's blog and find out what happens after Zara did 'that' to Victor in the sex den!
If you've missed the first two chapters, flit over to the Harlem Dae website and follow the links to the previous hosting sites - but be warned, it's hot, hot, hot from the very first line!

Great First Reviews for the Sexy as Hell Spin-Off's!

The eagerly awaited spin-off short stories from the Sexy as Hell Trilogy have been given some glowing reviews on Amazon. Here goes...
The Mistress

The Mistress is a very good quick read. I’ve liked all of the characters I’ve met so far in this series, and it’s nice to get to know them all better, find out what makes them tick, and so on. The storyline between these two characters was tense and intriguing. Add that to the super hot sex and you have a read that will definitely get you hot under the collar – boiling, in fact.
This is another sexy, well-written addition to the series and I look forward to checking out the other books. I’d definitely recommend this book to fans of BDSM erotic romance – but be warned, this book, as well as the others in the series, are definitely not for the faint-hearted. Hot stuff.
The Star
This was an intriguing story. It was easy to see how Julie might struggle with a man accepting her for who she is and understanding her needs as well as meeting them. Having said that, she’s a confident human being as well as a loving and caring one. The way the storyline unfolds is exciting, sexy and fun — and I absolutely found myself rooting for Julie throughout. I enjoyed the way the eroticism was woven expertly in with the romance, and the ending left me both pleased and satisfied. This is another excellent addition to Harlem Dae’s BDSM series, well done.
The Harlequin
The Harlequin, in my opinion, is the most hardcore of the Sexy as Hell books I’ve read so far – I’ve always said they’re not for the faint-hearted, and this one in particular adheres to that particular statement. There’s medical fetish which made even me “squick” a little bit – but it’s a wonderful and very erotic tale with some real insight into the relationship between Marti and Joel – two men who clearly think the world of each other. So if m/m/m and medical fetish are your bag, definitely snap up this well-written, kinky short story. You won’t regret it.




Find out more about Sexy as Hell on the Harlem Dae website, plus read the free magazine and find more reviews.
Lily x

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