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... spent, and the dining hall reeking of their debauchery—the plates were shattered, the food was ruined, and every surface was coated in the evidence of their frantic rutting.
"That was... divine," Ophelia panted, tracing a finger through the sticky mess on her thigh.
Esme chuckled weakly as she nuzzled Elion’s chest. "Round two after we clean up? Or should we just fuck on the floor next?"
Elion smirked, pulling them closer. "Keep talking like that, and we’ll never leave t ...
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