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... a low tone as my eyes stared at the condition of my inner thighs. They were as red as a blooming flower, creating a line from the rigorous movement befalling upon my skin last night.
How many times did he end up doing it last night? I wasn’t counting, and my muddled head couldn’t think properly anyway.
"Sorry," I heard his insincere apology, accompanied by a light-hearted chuckle as he embraced me from behind, rubbing the area near the reddened part.
"Don’t!" I warned hi ...
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