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... precise, passed again over her folds—still open, still bearing the lingering taste of Jin Rui. The musk had faded slightly, diluted by time and earlier cleaning, but he could still feel it on his tongue. Thick. Slightly bitter. Not his.
Xue Lan reclined above him on a stack of jade cushions, robe discarded entirely now. Her body was flushed, radiant with a post-sex glow. One knee bent up, her thigh exposed to the cool air. Her b ...
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