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But Lor’s thoughts were far from pure.
He could already see her in that cramped little bedroom of hers, kneeling, her lips parted in awe, asking if this—his hand in her hair, his whispered commands—was part of the ritual too.
Fuck.
His cock stirred, hardening against the tight fabric of his trousers, making every step a delicious kind of torture.
He froze mid-stride, exhaling sharply, and veered toward a nearby food stall to collect himself.
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