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... agged, rhythmic gasps, the sound harsh and guttural against the heavy, opulent silence of Seraphine’s private chamber. I was still twitching, the electric aftershocks of the release coursing through my veins like liquid fire, setting every nerve ending alight.
Seraphine was in my arms, her legs barely clinging to my waist, her face buried deep in the crook of my neck, hiding her face from the world. I could feel her internal muscles spasming wildly against my softening cock, milking the ...
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