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... on and the Human Heart (68) ←
The intensive care unit fell into a momentary silence, broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves outside.
In disbelief, the Saintess’s light pink eyes widened as she gazed down at her breasts.
My hand was in that place.
The soft mound beneath my touch shifted, its texture intriguing and oddly satisfying. It was a sensation I found unexpectedly gratifying.
The Saintess couldn’t even speak properly, her attempts to do so fragme ...
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