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... p the stairs, his hand still firmly planted on her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through her white robes with each step.
Her face burned crimson. Her breathing came in short, anxious gasps. Her hands fidgeted nervously with the fabric of her robes, twisting and untwisting the material.
"I—I really don’t think—" she started, her voice trembling.
"You think too much," Viktor interrupted smoothly, his thumb tracing circles on her hip.
They reached the se ...
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