Jill

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Unable to resist, Hakon sank his face into those plush breasts, taking a long draw of her scent. It was heavier here, thicker, and she tasted of warm woman and salt from the dancing. He rained kisses and nips to the tops of her breasts, plumping them for his attention with their joined hands.
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