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Chapter Seventy Two

Author: Nova Raine
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-10 17:51:15

FALLING

••Roman••

I can’t tell what Luci did to me, but I know that what we had tonight is something I’ve never experienced before.

The sex was different, she responded to my touch in a way that felt like a revelation. Her moans weren’t too loud or too low; they were just the right sounds to drive me crazy. Every time her body moved, every time she gasped or arched her back, I was more certain: this was the best night of my life.

It wasn’t just the pleasure, though; it was her. The way she op
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