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insistent tongue. With brute strength, he shoved the porridge deep into her throat. His hands worked in tandem, applying skillful pressure. A muffled "glug" echoed as the porridge, now warm from their...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ The faint warmth blew on her neck, a little itchy. At first, she endured the urge to laugh, then she couldn't help but smile, and finally, she giggled."I can't take it anymore, it's so itchy..."Just...