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Chapter 176 Vengeful Heart
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2024-12-31 12:13:23Seeking Revenge and Finding Liberation
. I collapsed onto his chest, panting and satisfied. We lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. We lay there catching our breath, still holding onto each other tightly. "That was amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. I smiled and kissed him deeply, feeling wholly spent but incredibly content. With a mischievous grin, I whispered, "Now, what should we do next?" Without saying a word, Frank moved closer to me, his hands reaching out to cup my breasts. I let out a soft moan as he touched me. I eagerly welcomed his advances; his lips found mine once again, and we were lost in another round of passion and desire. "I want to make love to you again," he whispered in my ear. "Me too," I replied breathlessly, already feeling my desire. "But with some drinks firs
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