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"Get the fuck out of my haveli."

The voice was low, a graveled rumble that seemed to vibrate through the cool sandstone of the entrance hall. It didn't shout. It didn't need to.

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TightBabeXX

I write filth. Pretty filth, mean filth, filth with footnotes and feelings, but filth. Cocks, cunts, confessions, consequences — in roughly that order. If you came here to be scandalised, you're in the right place. Pull up a chair.