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... light filtering into the depths of Wang Jian’s cave dwelling, painting the stone walls in shades of grey. But the sounds within were anything but gentle. A rhythmic, wet slapping echoed through the chamber, a primal cadence of flesh on flesh, punctuated by the sharp, stinging smack of a hand meeting supple skin.
Yue Lingshan lay sleeping peacefully on the large pile of beast furs, a soft, contented smile on her beautiful face, her body curled in the aftermath of a night of passionate, lo ...
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