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... ng’Er’s hair was disheveled, she was young after all, and her appearance was alright. Her body was soft. Brother Xiong hadn’t had much sexual contact in the past two years, but now encountering this temptation, coupled with the martial artist’s blood and daily repression, he instantly felt aroused.
He closed the door, gently coaxed, sweet-talked, and deceitfully persuaded her. Then he peeled off Feng’Er’s clothes, took off her pants, pulled her onto the bed, and thoroughly enjoyed himsel ...
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