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ssing and biting her frantically, like a busy little bee, working hard to plant strawberries all over her body. He was practically gnawing on every part of her; it was almost as if he were a carnivore...and hard, hers soft and yielding. The moment they touched, she tingled with a jolt, her whole body flushing like shrimp just boiled alive."Let's wash together!" he hummed lazily, his large hand caress...