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The enjoyment, exuberance and ebullience attached with their perspiration and panting breath, seemed to be endlessly continuous on their hot bed at that night.
“You’re mine, Eriwan… Say that you’re mine, Eriwan…” hissed and growled Erito at the cliff of the enjoyment sensation burning at his underpart down there.
“I’m yours, Erito… From my hair to toes, I’m yours, Erito… Have me for the rest of your life… How about you, Erito? Are you mine? Or are you Renata Limidius’?” asked Eriwan in the middle of his panting breath, his lots of perspiration and his enjoyment sensation flinging him to the middle of the cyclone and hurricane of the heaven horizon up there.
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