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... his.
The fire crackled, and the resin’s fresh scent lingered around them.
He kept kissing her, sometimes intentionally taking a sip of beer, feeding it into her rosy lips, forcing her to swallow.
He didn’t even strip off her clothes, just embraced her fully dressed, and pressed his own unique creases onto her neatly dressed attire.
The warmth of the fire, the invasion of alcohol... but mostly, it was the impact he brought to her, making her feel a drunken haze. ...
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