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Chapter 127 : The Poisoned Embrace

Author: Déesse
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-13 07:28:00

LORENZO

She is there, curled against me, her skin still feverish against mine. Her breathing is calm now, rhythmic like a tide settled after a storm. I run my fingers through her tangled hair, damp with sweat, and I feel my heart swell with a joy so pure it's almost painful. Dio mio, she is perfect. My Aurélie, so tight, so receptive, as if her body had been shaped for mine alone. Yesterday, with Béatrice, it was good, raw, animal, but this. This is somethin

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  • Désiré Me 2   Chapter 127 : The Poisoned Embrace

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