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Afterward, Sebastian bent down again, reclaiming Clara's slightly messy lips from their previous actions. He gently sucked, but as the seconds passed, his suction became filled with desire. He devoured each part that tempted Sebastian to explore further. In reality, he already knew every inch by heart, as Clara was never shy or reluctant to kiss him whenever they were together. Even when his tongue pushed in, Clara welcomed it with cheers. They clashed with each other, unwilling to lose, as if Clara had to win at this moment.

"Ehm ... Sebastian," Clara whispered softly. Her breath was gasping. The kiss broke momentarily, but its effect left them both disheveled.

Sebastian makes the most of having to pause. His hands deftly pick at Clara's dress, which is only thinly lined at the shoulders. Without having to look any further, Clara's d*da is already sticking out for attention. Her light-skinned body is left in a bra that can't wrap her breasts perfectly. Whether it's be