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Salena looks at herself in the mirror, staring at the beautiful pearls around her neck. How she loved those pearls, each one holding a memory of the naughty times she'd had while wearing the necklace. The smooth surface of the pearls gleamed in the light, their luster somehow more captivating than any jewel she'd ever seen. She gently traced her fingers over them, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She sits down and rubs her legs, the smooth nylon from her pantyhose guiding her fingers down to her feet. Salena starts to feel warm, gently kicking her shoes off and thinking about all the dirty things she loves to do. She can't help herself, she picks up more of her pearls from the table in front of her, bringing them to her mouth and teasing them with her tongue. She had an idea... a pearl gag... the beads brushing against her tongue. What about some pearl wrist bondage? The possibilities seem endlessly pleasurable...