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... tense provocation. Two sturdy palms instinctively seized Chu Jiao’s tender buttocks and continued to knead the soft dough as the girl’s little butt moved, letting the rich flesh change shape in his hands.
Seeing that her pants were already soaked, Chu Jiao slowly lowered her head, her lips stopping right above the man’s lips, as she whispered, “Brother Yan…why hasn’t the ‘gun’…shot any ‘bullets’ yet?”
“My ‘target’…is unable to wait any longer….”
The hands that Yan Zhan used to ...
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