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The King 65

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Akemi was wearing black on top that day too, not the dark sweater she’d worn at the party in Mexico, something even more affecting, a black synthetic shirt, slinky. The light glinted on it, showing off the forms of her breasts, not just the elegant, curved slopes but the points they came to, that moved as she did. Short chapters. New episode added almost every day.

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