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... ound of a zipper being pulled down.
"You, you, you... what do you want to do?" Her mouth was still filled with the taste of blood, and it hurt badly.
"To comfort you." He coldly uttered two words, like poppies blooming with deadly allure in the dark night.
"Huh?" Comfort her? Was he sure he was comforting her? What does comforting have to do with taking off pants?!
Noticing the small woman’s furrowed brows, he moved closer to her ear again and said, "You heard rig ...
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