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... ke she’d just sprinted through a battlefield barefoot—gasping, flushed, and soaked in sweat that shimmered on her skin like dew clinging to silk. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest, soft and warm, the supple weight of them molding perfectly to me with every breath she took. I could feel her nipples—taut and slick with heat—dragging slightly with each shallow inhale, every shift sending a new bolt of sensation ricocheting down my spine.
And God, I wanted to ask if I could suck on t ...
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