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... 's mouth and nose, and his eyes were blurred. The subconscious backhand clung tightly to the person's waist, buried his head deeply, and exhaled slowly. The nose was full of familiar masculinity, and she was enveloped in it with thick breathing, making her inexplicably relieved and her body softened.
The man chuckled in her ear, the warm breath fluttered to her ear lobe, and itching like a feather brushed: "Tonger, don't be afraid, it's me!"
In a contented sigh, he felt his hands h ...
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