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... is goddess, and now the concubine of the man he could never surpass.
Seeing her suck his Dao rod like that, it made his back hole itch.
She sat there with elegance, those cherry lips faintly swollen from worshipping Zhao Fan’s rod, her robe disheveled yet totally dignified like a true immortal, never to be corrupted by mortal filth.
Her aura, which was once cold as a mountain’s peak, now exuded the gentle warmth of a serene lovely woman.
He understood that he had ...
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