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“What’s wrong?” “What’s what?” “You’re not saying anything… you’re just smiling.” Still showing no intention...
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“Is everything alright? I don’t know why we don’t have much time to talk for...
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■ Lee Hae-sung’s shower time that day was longer than usual. The shower gel had...
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It was almost preferable to the rapid, explosive climax. Every time he thrust deep, pressing...
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Lee Hae-sung did not look surprised or refuse. He pressed down on the back of...
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Lee Hae-sung moved his hips gently back and forth, lightly rubbing his penis against Choi...
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Without minding that his knit was stretching, he pulled up the soft sleeve to grasp...
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Choi Hong-seo cleared his throat and answered the call. “Hyung.” “No. I...
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“Who is it?” The voice of the person asking from inside the door seemed unexpected,...
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■ After a day or two of lingering low fever, the illness finally erupted. From...
