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As I walk through the grand halls of my castle home, my long, curly locks bounce with every step. My B-cup breasts jut out from under my corseted bodice like two ripe fruits ready to be plucked. The ladies-in-waiting stare at me with envy as I make my way to the kitchen for a midnight snack. But don't let them fool you - I'm not just another pretty face. Oh no, I have secrets and desires that would make even the most seasoned courtesan blush.
My name is Cinderella, but don't be fooled by the name. I've been living in this castle since I was a teenager after my mother passed away. My stepmother, the evil Lady Tremaine, has made sure to keep me under her thumb - literally. She's always on my back about something, whether it's cleaning up after my stepsisters or "improving" my looks to make me more marriageable material. But I've got news for her: I'm not just a pretty face and a pair of nice tits.
I've been sneaking out at night to explore the castle and indulge in all sorts of wicked pleasures - from drinking wine straight from the bottle to dancing on the tables with the castle's resident studs. And let me tell you, there are plenty of them to choose from! I'm not one for playing coy or waiting around for some prince to come and rescue me.
