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Before him was a pair of breasts, rising and falling in a gentle, constant rhythm. The pajamas covering them were open slightly, giving the young man a peek of the white underwear hidden beneath. If he was a greenhorn, he should be swallowing his saliva in front of such sight.
The young man sighed and looked up only to be confronted by the beautiful face of a sleeping girl. Her platinum blonde hair shone in the golden rays of the morning. The girl’s pink lips were parted as light; ...
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