Big Ass Tsuresari Dragon Married Woman

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Robin felt pressured but deep down knew he’d do anything for just another second with her, “Y-yes?”

“Good , ” He said and her smile broadened noticeably as she caught the cadence of his soft voice,

After his coat had been cast aside, emboldened by his meeking she shuffled closer, moving her right arm around him over his shoulders, her other hand holding her beer bottle as she pulled him against her, the warmth of her curvy figure pressing to the coldness of his, “Mm, I’ll warm you up and you just show me and talk me through these pictures yeah?”

Robin despite the warmth he froze again, her arm around his shoulders, his head near her chest, his mind unable to focus on anything other than the sensation of warmth pervading his figure,

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