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Moreau looked up. The continuous trail of wetness became unavoidable and was in the background. She felt like she would be crushed. However, that was exactly what Abihirt was aiming for. To stimulate and unexpectedly turn her body face down on the bed. She looked straight ahead to find Abihirt trying to strip off the remaining fabric. Her underwear had fallen off and was probably already stranded on the floor of the red room.
An unexpected lash, stinging and hot, made Moreau flinch in surprise. She held her breath as the silence around them grew faint. The reaction that surfaced was still the same as the first when a similarly paced blow struck her buttocks. Moreau clenched her fists, determined to keep even the slightest sound from escaping her lips. She even lowered her head, face down. LettiRelated chapters
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Moreau hesitated, afraid, imagining that Abihirt would reject her request outright. The man remained silent, waiting for a while as if thinking about the pending parts between them. There was no longer anything to question. The desire to make love had been fulfilled. Giddily Moreau had indeed provided the service, though she did not know if her stepfather was satisfied or perhaps... there needed to be a certain debate that she did not find to be an important flow. "This is not a comfortable bed, if you really want to stay the night." Moreau's half-knowledge of anything in the Abihirt residence was not a good prospect. She didn't even understand which 'uncomfortable' part he was referring to, while the bed they had just used felt much softer than the mattress in her own room. Moreau would not deny anything, regardless of whether she overreacted or not. It
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"I'm just asking. Is it wrong?" She did not hesitate to ask such a question. Still very seriously observing. However, as if there was nothing to worry about, Abihirt just made her look back at the man's broad shoulders. Barbara realized that her husband had immediately picked up the clothes in the first place. "Yes. Moreau was with me this noon." Barbara's mind was ambushed by a sigh of relief. She had thought her husband would deny it after not giving her the slightest bit of information about what she had instead learned from others. Anitta had asked something about the man, and then accidentally said it. It was a kind of reassurance that was not so certain. "Moreau was with you this noon, but now the girl hasn't returned. Do you know where she is?"
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