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... nipple, tracing it with deliberate patience, like I was testing the surface of something fragile but reactive. It twitched beneath the touch, already sensitive and already betraying her.
They were perky. They were small, a little on the flatter side, but still undeniably responsive. There was a faint elasticity to them when I brushed my fingers underneath, even if they didn’t bounce dramatically or fill my hands the way Myrcella’s did. A little lackluster in terms of pure bounciness, sur ...
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