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How much time had passed? An hour? Two, three, or more?
"Mngh!~ That's it, suck... honey... mngh~❤️"
squelch! shhhh…...Slick... slurp...
Neither of them knew.
Both of their bodies were glistening, not just from sweat, but also because, at some point, Iris had brought a bottle of oil to intensify the experience.
The bed was a mess, even though they occasionally asked the system to clean it up.
There was moisture and various fluids scattered about, and the air was intensely stifling.
Both of them had left the room completely saturated with various substances.
But, unlike at the beginning, Iris no longer had absolute control, though she was still tenaciously engaged in the act.
Right now, Astan was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Iris was on top of him.
They were both doing something peculiar—or rather, the problem was Iris.
