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... t a touch. Just being seen was enough stimulation. His eyes blanked, his mind was devoid of intelligent thought.
Where am I? What was happening? Is this real life?
He didn't dare move a muscle. He didn't want to leave this strange but alluring dream.
Zhou Ziyun steeled her nerves and extended a petite, well-manicured hand. She grabbed the thick shaft and squeezed lightly. His hips trembled in reaction. She gave an experimental tug, which shot an amazing sensation througho ...
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