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CHAPTER 67 : THE PROOF 2
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2026-03-20 00:10:00Diane
He joins me on the bed, his weight insinuating itself beside me. His hands begin their exploration again, more insistent now. They knead my flesh through the silk of my panties, then slide beneath. His fingers find me, begin their work with the same expert precision as his lips. I feel my body, traitor, react. It's a physiological response, disconnected from me. A closed circuit he has activated. I let him. I look at the ceiling adorned with gold moldings, I count t
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