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Slowly, carefully, he stroked her femininity until her fists loosened, her knees sagged and her breathing became heavy.
Eric ignored the pressure of the man's force pressing against the zipper of his pants, along with agonizing lust similar to the pain in his lower abdomen, and focused on soothing his weak slave. Her cheeks were rosy beneath the flushed skin. It was a color only an orgasm could produce, and Eric couldn't help feeling proud to have been the one to bring it. He stroked her back, no longer surprised by the way she arched in response. He will remember it. This story. She. Shaking that thought away, he began to converse with her in the act.
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