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…ps and a throbbing warmth began to build with each stroke of his member between her blushing petals. Some part of her tremored against the root of his shaft, something small and tight that quickened like a violin string against the sliding bow of his manhood, that sparked and smoldered like flint against steel, igniting and aching with a deliciously building warmth.
Celia McKinley
✍ Posy Churchgate
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