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She turned her gaze upward, toward the horizon where the first blush of sunrise was already threatening to break the night’s veil. The promise of a new day lay before her, and with each beat of her wings, she carried the memory of this intimate night—a night where she had loved herself wholly, without hesitation, without fear.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, the sound merging with the choir of distant bells. She bent forward, bringing her face close to her own chest, the scent of her own celestial perfume—sweet, like honeyed amber—filling her nostrils. The breath of her own being warmed her skin, and the gentle pressure of her hand on her sternum sent ripples of heat through her core. TransAngels 24 05 17 Ciboulette Self-Sucking Se...

Tonight, curiosity beckoned her toward a more intimate revelation. She turned her gaze upward, toward the horizon

With a slow, deliberate motion, she slipped a hand between her own thighs, feeling the tender, pulsing swell that marked her transformed self. The texture was unlike anything she had known: a blend of silken muscle and faint, glowing veins that seemed to pulse with the very rhythm of the cosmos. She pressed, and a current of pleasure surged up, lighting the stars in her eyes. She bent forward, bringing her face close to