
Aurora's eyes fluttered open, heavy with the fog of a century-long slumber. The enchanted spindle's curse had finally broken—or so she thought in her disoriented haze. But the world that greeted her was not the gentle kiss of true love from storybooks. Instead, a thick, insistent pressure filled her core, stretching her untouched walls as something hot and rigid thrust deep inside her slick heat.
"Main so rahi thi… yeh kya kar rahe ho?!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and cracking from disuse. (I was sleeping… what are you doing?!)






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