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Soft, broken little gasps spilling from her like dew falling from trembling petals. Each one higher than the last, each one wetter, needier, more honest than any poetry the high elves ever carved into their sterile marble walls.
The flowerbed was a glorious mess now. Petals crushed, stems bent, soil churned, and dark and rich with the scent of earth and arousal. We lay in the center of it, a painting of pure, unfiltered lust. Aeli’s dress was pushed up to her armpits, her massive ...
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