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... haled her sweet, honey-like scent that was mixed with her natural fragrance, so it was impossible for him to hold back any longer.
It only took three thrusts of his hard shaft to wake the unconscious countess up.
“M-Mr. S-Siwoo…! S-Stop…! Stop…! I-I’m going to break…! I’m going to breaaak…!”
Using her slick nectar as lube, he roughly rubbed her flushed clit with his palm while thrusting into her. She trembled, squirting almost every ten seconds.
It hadn’t been lon ...
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