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Gong mochen's forehead was covered in sweat. This was not the first time, but to him, she was still small and delicate.
"It hurts, get off!" Her fist pounded on the man's shoulder.
"I'll be slower. I won't hurt you. If you don't want it to hurt, don't move!" Gong Mochen's hand pressed on the woman's slender waist. The way she twisted and turned was simply killing him!
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