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... mercury slowly sinks herself down onto Eratz, engulfing his steely length inch by magnificent inch. The initial penetration was met with a muffled gasp, her eyes widening at the magnitude of his presence inside her.

Heat blossomed as her soaked entrance hugged the invader tightly, savoring the soft, silky texture contrasting with her soft inner walls.

Each inch burrowed deeper, electric shocks coursing through their cores as Eratz filled her more and more.

Eratz moaned i ...

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