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... ps locked in a heated press, and tongues sliding against each other with wet slides and sucks.
Celeste’s hands shifted from his face to his neck, her fingers digging into the skin there as she clung tighter.
Elion was still standing in front of her, leaning slightly over the couch, so she pulled herself up using his solid frame, rising from the couch with a smooth lift.
He instinctively steadied her, his hands moving to her waist as she closed the small distance between t ...
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