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... illing the room—a soft, wet rhythm that mingled with their gasps and moans.
He angled his hips, finding the spot inside her that made her cry out, a sharp, needy sound that sent a jolt through him.
He pressed into it again, and again, watching her face as her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting wider.
The gentleness began to fray, giving way to something hotter, more urgent.
Lor’s thrusts grew harder, his grip on her hips tightening, fingers sinking into her sof ...
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