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... er thighs kept moving—soft, precise, like a heretic priestess preparing fresh blood for a demon.
Her breasts still pressed tightly around Nathan’s shaft, creating those wicked wet sounds:
Slrrp... schlup... thlp...
Validia’s face flushed.
Her breathing ragged.
But she said nothing.
Only a faint whisper escaped her lips—like a dreamer mumbling in their sleep:
"...any second now..."
Too soft to be called a confession.
But just ...
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