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... m closer, her hands resting on his shoulders, fingers digging in slightly as though she couldn't bear even a fraction of distance between them.

*slurp* Her tongue explored, tasting and savoring while Zhang Yuan matched her passion, responding with equal intensity, and their tongues intertwined.

Finally, Hong Shi pulled back just slightly, and her eyes softened as she caught her breath, her lips lingering near his as she continued to plant soft kisses along his jawline, tracing a ...

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