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... e of his shaft wasn’t just warmth—it was the kind that clung, slow and sticky, like honey from a forbidden hive. It oozed down with a weight that wasn’t just physical, but carnal. Every drop kissed his skin like a lustful ghost begging to be reborn.
Something... warm... dripped at the base of his shaft.
A clear but thick fluid— trickling from between Validia’s thighs,
coating his skin, dripping down and soaking Velmora, who still clung to him like a snake blanket with a f ...
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