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The Virgin Maid 2

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He suddenly lifted her up in his strong arms like she weighed nothing. Lily let out a surprised laugh as he carried her up the stairs to the master bathroom. The shower was huge, with glass walls and multiple shower heads.

He set her down gently and turned on the water. Warm steam filled the room. He slowly pulled her dress over her head, then removed her bra and panties. Lily stood naked in front of him, blushing under the warm water.

Mr. Reed took off his clothes too. He picked up the soap an
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