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... be, sliding down over the soft skin of her inner thigh. His fingertips brushed against—
—nothing.
No cloth. No undergarments.
Just bare skin.
And then—an opening. A cutout in the fabric, precisely positioned right over her pussy.
Viktor’s eyes widened. He turned his head sharply toward Mira, who was still stroking his cock under the blankets with slow, maddening precision.
"Did you give her that cloth?" he whispered.
Mira’s grin turned smug ...
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