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His thrusts turned harsher, so did their groans.

She came right after a few thrusts, and waited for him to follow.

"Ruby," he exhaled after his blissful high. His hair was damp, his eyes shining.

He left deep rouge marks on her hips as he moved his hands away. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," she smiled.



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