Kaja Salsman

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“Look at you, already soaked,” he breathed against my core. The sheer delight in his tone erased any nervousness. This was Adam, not some random encounter where I needed to perform. The tension left my muscles, and I let out a long, low hum. “That’s it, baby. Relax for me.”
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