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... her blue eyes rolling back, her blonde ponytail splayed like a banner of surrender across the grass. Her vest creaked, her fingers clawed the earth with a scrunch scrunch, her core clenching around Lyan’s thing as a flood of warmth filled her cave, the quelch quelch a final, triumphant note as her belly swelled slightly, holding every drop. Lyan’s own release was a silent storm, his scar glinting in the firelight, his dark eyes heavy with satisfaction as he held her through the tremors. The sla ...
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