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t. After letting go of him, he lay beneath her like a male slave, his shirt slightly rumpled, his breath heavy and clouded with desire. His face was flushed with lust, as if craving for her to contin...tle boy, even in his sleep, felt like he was being mistreated, so he immediately whimpered in protest again, scrambling with his little hands and crawling back over.Next time, I absolutely can't let t...