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Chapter 166: The Night 3

作者: Déesse
last update 公開日: 2026-04-30 01:21:38

Aurélie

He doesn't answer. He continues. He devours me. He consumes me. He makes me lose my mind.

I feel the orgasm rising. Slowly. Surely. Like a wave that grows, that swells, that will sweep everything away in its path.

"Stop," I breathe. "Stop, I'm going to..."

He stops.

He lifts his head.

His lips wet, his eyes bright, his smile.

"Not yet," he says. "Not alone. Together."

"You're cruel."

"I'm patient."

He moves back up along my body. He kisses me. I taste my own sex on his lips, that acidic
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