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... izing little number designed to ensnare me?"
Emma hummed softly, a feeling of indescribable embarrassment overwhelming her so much that she couldn't answer John's question.
She was scorched by an unknown intense flame; her hair, still smelling of shampoo, was scattered messily on the bed, her legs curled tightly together, as if resisting some force, yet seemingly reveling in the refreshing rain after a prolonged drought.
Not getting an answer, John pinched her tender chee ...
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