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