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... er cultivator’s back, as a certain blonde rested her chin on her wife’s little shoulder. Elua had shifted and laid on top of her as they tried winding down to sleep. With one arm locked underneath the taller teen’s armpit and the other laying against her husband-wife’s face.
Qatrand could feel the girl’s breath directly on the same spot she had been ’marked’. While the Yecine may have been a little uncertain if this had been the past about why such a display might be necessary, there had ...
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