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Aria stood at the kitchen counter, her hands moving in a careful, rhythmic motion as she diced onions and carrots for the stew simmering on the stove. Each steady movement only made her cheeks burn deeper red, heat crawling up her neck as awareness of her own body refused to leave her mind.
After all... wearing the single-piece white apron was not a crime.
The real crime was that there was nothing else on her body beneath it... Well, except thin laced panties and a match ...
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