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... his masterpiece.
Those thighs—smooth and soft like polished cream.
Those ass cheeks—jiggling ever so slightly with every shift, every tremble.
And those hands—desperately trying to hide the lace that was already drenched in betrayal.
He reached down, gentle but unrelenting, and slowly pried her fingers apart like unwrapping a forbidden gift.
Alice whimpered. Soft. Shameful. Sweet.
A wave of heat hit him—sharp, musky, raw.
The scent of want ...
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