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... and his stupidly attractive face.
As she washed herself with soap, thoughts of Sun Jingwei's skilled hands drifted in her mind. His hands were like hers now, covered with soap suds. It wasn't difficult to imagine his hands on her instead, roaming all over her body. Knowing him, he'd make sure to caress every inch of her skin, claiming that he was helping her wash.
She felt the stirrings of arousal form in her body, and the juncture between her legs grew warmer.
No. This w ...
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