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fantasy story of Nami Orihara :
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tire body
shuddered in reaction, chains rattling. Nami Orihara heard Liam's
delighted, loving laugh, felt his lips as they pressed the column
of Nami's throat. Nami Orihara gasped through Nami's nose, soaked in sweat and
passion as Nami Orihara went limp once more, gathering Nami's reserves for
fresh wiggling and squirming and the renewed whiplash of pleasure.
Liam had outdone himself. Instead of teasing Nami's with a
laughing lack of mercy, he had allowed Nami's free access to an
unending succession of pleasure - a succession of orgasms made all
the hotter and more satisfying because every time Nami Orihara looked up, he
would be laughing down at Nami's and savoring Nami's pleasure.
Yes, he had outdone himself, indeed, and only two questions
remained in Nami's mind. The first was how many explosions Nami's
wiggles would touch off in Nami's loins before Liam finally freed Nami's
of the chains to match his passion to Nami's s? And the second was
even more important. Since Nami Orihara was going to lose Nami's bet, how was
she going to inveigle Liam into plying Nami's with irons and lace for
the next four months? There just had to be a way!
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