Forced love bath

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Chapter 1 Springtime Revealed
A loud crash came from the bathroom. Weitian, who was browsing the internet on his computer, was startled and rushed to the bathroom.
"Ruru? Ruru?" The bathroom door remained locked, and there was no response from inside. Wenru is Weitian's daughter, just turned 17 this year. Weitian divorced his wife when Wenru was 14. His ex-wife always complained that he was too engrossed in his work and always stayed in his room when he got home. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and left, abandoning the father and daughter. Self-pitying Weitian became even more depressed and slovenly, becoming a typical loser.
After losing her mother, Wenru's life became even more melancholic, making her already slender figure even thinner. Not only was she thin, but Wenru's breasts were also underdeveloped compared to girls her age, only about an A cup. Despite this, she had very fair skin and a slender waist like a water snake. Because he was so thin, even with his legs pressed together, there was still a large gap between his thighs. Combined with his oval face and deep-set features, he truly had the potential to become a supermodel. Unfortunately, his颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, and lacking motivation) father couldn't properly care for Wenru, who was in the prime of her youth. Coupled with his accumulated indifference, Wenru felt disgusted with her father. She blamed her irresponsible father in her heart, believing him to be the culprit behind the family discord. Even so, Weitian insisted on calling his daughter "Ruru," her childhood nickname, which further increased Wenru's resentment towards her father.
Weitian received no response from his daughter and had been knocking on the door for a long time. Sensing something was wrong, he kicked the door open with considerable force. The scene that greeted him shocked him.
Wenru, wearing pajamas, lay on her side in a pool of blood, like a fetus in the womb, her pajama bottoms pulled down to her knees. A faint trickle of blood was visible flowing from between her thighs. It was immediately judged to be menstruation, causing anemia and resulting in unconsciousness. Weitian quickly checked his daughter's vital signs; her breathing and heartbeat were normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking back to his earlier nervousness, Weitian couldn't help but laugh. Then, he caught another glimpse of his daughter's fair waist and hips, and realized something was wrong. His daughter could wake up at any moment; what an embarrassing situation! Just then, Weitian felt a strong swelling in his genitals. He had actually become sexually aroused by his daughter, a fact that surprised even himself.
Since his wife became pregnant with Wenru, Weitian hadn't experienced intimacy. His wife's deliberate neglect not only frustrated him but also made him feel extremely inferior whenever he watched porn and masturbated. To this day, he hadn't seen a naked female body in over ten years. Now, suddenly, his daughter, with her buttocks and legs partially exposed, was before him, and he panicked for a moment. He wanted to run away from the scene, but couldn't bear to leave his daughter unattended. His desire to care for her wouldn't fade; he felt he had to take care of her. With a determined look, Wei Tian slowly reached out and gently removed Wenru's clothes…
Chapter Two: Evenly Distributed Rain
After an unknown amount of time, Wenru gradually regained consciousness, but the scene that greeted her was the most shocking. She found herself lying naked in the bathtub, her body still slightly damp. Her father was squatting outside the tub, holding a towel, wiping her inner thighs near her private parts. His eyes were fixed on her genitals as if possessed. What terrified her even more was that her father was only wearing white briefs, with faint yellow urine stains visible in the crotch area. In terror, she flailed her arms wildly, trying to get up, but found herself powerless, even lifting her legs was difficult.
"Don't move," "You just fainted, and you might have hit your head. You bled a lot, so I put you here to wash away the blood and check for wounds." He said, reaching out to wipe her pubic area.
"Ouch!" Wenru cried out, trying to stop her father from wiping her genitals. It was too shameful; shame and anger overwhelmed her reason. Ignoring whether her father meant well, she wildly waved her arms and kicked, only wanting to get up and rush out of the bathroom.
Whether intentionally or accidentally, her father's hand lightly stroked her clitoris. Wenru felt as if her waist was melting, unable to exert any strength. Just as she tried to straighten up, she collapsed back into the bathtub, letting out a soft "Oh!" Wenru's struggles were easily neutralized, and she felt ashamed and indignant about her loss of composure. She glared at her father, her humiliation unspeakable. But her father didn't stop. He casually reached out again to touch his daughter's private parts, using two fingers to pry open her labia. Wenru couldn't believe her father's actions. Just as she was about to unleash a torrent of curses, another melting, tingling sensation spread through her lower back. The harsh words that had been on the tip of her tongue vanished. It turned out that after prying open her labia, her father used his other hand to wipe her vulva with a wet wipe, lightly touching her clitoris. Again and again, without any apparent restraint on his face, he continued to wipe his daughter's genitals.
Helplessly, her body was weak and powerless to resist. Wave after wave of tingling sensations swept over her with each touch of her father's fingers. Simple touching could never produce such an intense effect in such a short time. Before Wenru regained consciousness, her father must have been caressing her for quite some time. Thinking of this, Wenru couldn't help but secretly groan.
Suddenly, like waves crashing against rocks... A wave of intense pleasure washed over Wenru's head. "Oh no, it's an orgasm!" Her abdominal muscles tightened from the climax, her legs stiffened and stretched forward, Wenru's body contorted as if trying to form a V-shape but unable to.
Her father said, "This area needs to be thoroughly cleaned, otherwise bacteria will grow and it will stink." As he spoke, his hands showed no sign of stopping, wiping again and again. With each wipe, Wenru's body convulsed. Each time, Wenru almost cried out, but she tried her best to remain silent. This was her only silent protest; she absolutely didn't want her father to hear her moans. Unfortunately, her breathing and expression betrayed her. Her lips parted in an "O" shape, her raised brow, and her heavy breathing betrayed her with each wipe from her father.
Finally, she could no longer hold back her tears, and with each spasm of her body, tears streamed down Wenru's face. She just wanted it all to end quickly. In less than half a minute, Wenru had convulsed at least 20 times.
Just when she thought it was about to end, a strange warm feeling suddenly came from between her legs. Perhaps it was due to exhaustion, or perhaps it was due to lack of breath, but she was still conscious. However, the stimulation from the orgasm was gradually fading, even though her father was still rubbing her petals. But the warm feeling did not disappear, and it spread from her buttocks to her waist. Wenru straightened up and looked down at her genitals, and her face turned ashen. It turned out that the warm feeling came from her incontinence of urine.
Chapter 3 Dilemma
"Have you done enough?!" Ashamed and angry, she could no longer care about anything. She grabbed a towel hanging nearby and tried to jump out of the bathtub to cover her genitals. The wet floor made her fall forward. Weitian was embarrassed by the situation, but he still felt sorry for his daughter and wanted to pick up the fallen Wenru from behind. Of course, this only aroused greater disgust and more struggle.
"Daddy is just worried about you." "I want to take care of you!" Clumsy Weitian didn't know how to let go, holding her even tighter. His strong chest pressed against Wenru's back, the warmth of their bodies passing between their skin.
"Then why aren't you wearing any clothes!"
"I want to help you wash, I'm afraid of getting you wet..."
An awkward silence fell, neither of them speaking. Only the faint smell of urine wafted through the air.
"Let go of me!" Breaking free from her father's arms, Wenru turned and turned on the shower, preparing to wash her body, which had just been stained with urine.
Wenru stepped back into the bathtub and began to rinse off as the water warmed up.
"What are you still doing here?"
Weitian was utterly ashamed. Staying was out of the question, but leaving was equally unbearable. He squatted on the floor, speechless for a long time.
Just as Wenru reached for the soap, she caught a glimpse of the pajamas she had worn before fainting. They were now soaking in a basin of soapy water, faintly tinged with blood. Seeing this, Wenru's heart softened. Looking at her father squatting beside her, too ashamed to look at her, she felt a pang of pity.
Even though she had felt deeply humiliated, she couldn't tell if her father had intentionally molested her. Now, though somewhat unwilling, she decided to let it go. She usually thought her father was a loser; today, she'd just consider him clueless. She pouted and muttered "Idiot!" before picking up the soap and starting to scrub herself.
After a while, she felt she couldn't get her back clean enough, and thought she might have gotten a little urine on it. She turned to look at her father, who was still squatting there with his head down. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Wash your back." She handed him the soap. "Only your back."
Wenru's words were like a salvation from heaven, and Weitian could hardly believe his ears. He looked up at his daughter and saw Wenru glaring at him with a slightly disdainful expression, but quickly avoiding eye contact. So he meekly got up, took the soap, and stepped into the bathtub to wash his daughter's back.
Weitian was both shocked and frightened, at a loss for what to do. He stared at his daughter's body from behind, her graceful figure making him lose himself in admiration. Impatient, Wenru urged, "Hurry up!"
Weitian snapped out of his daze and quickly lathered the soap on Wenru's back.
"You should wash too, you stink, you haven't showered in days."
Weitian hesitated for a moment before quickly taking off his underwear and scrubbing his own body, habitually lathering his face as well. Just as he closed his eyes to wash his face, Wenru turned to rinse the soap off her back. Turning around shattered Wenru's innocent childhood memories. Before her eyes hung a disgusting, wrinkled penis, half-erect, dangling between her father's legs. Wenru had never seen such an ugly penis; besides the prominent veins, it was covered in irregular warts, rugged and uneven. Wenru's feelings were complex—curious, nauseous, and even a little ashamed and at a loss. She didn't even know if it was big or small. Even in a semi-erect state, when Wenru grasped it with one hand, more than an inch of the glans could still be exposed.
Weitian washed his face, habitually moving closer to the showerhead to rinse, but ended up pressing his entire body against his daughter. His genitals touched Wenru's navel. Wenru frowned and turned her head away, trying to push her father away with both hands, but unfortunately, there was a wall behind her, and her breasts were pressed against her father's chest. Weitian then realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The heat from his daughter's body, transmitted through his penis, seemed to have triggered a switch, and his penis suddenly grew to the length of a fist, curving slightly upwards and pressing against his daughter's stomach.
Speechless once again, their eyes met. Weitian's eyes were filled with fear and pleading. Wenru's eyes were deep and intriguing. This time, his daughter's eyes were different; although there was still disgust and shame, there was also a hint of questioning. Was she questioning her father about why he used his penis to penetrate her? Or was she questioning why his penis was so magnificent and erect? Its erection seemed to be a tribute to her body.
Noticing her father staring at her blankly, Wenru reflexively lowered her head, unable to look directly at him. Yet, she couldn't help but see his magnificent penis, especially since it was touching her abdomen. Weitian felt helpless and desperate; this was probably the end for him. His previous mistakes could perhaps be excused, said to be for the sake of his daughter, but now, nothing could be said. He was going to be hated forever; leaving was the only option.
Just as Weitian was about to turn away, something strange happened. Wenru, with soap in her hands, reached out and placed them on Weitian's chest.
Seeing his daughter silently washing him, Weitian, of course, didn't dare breathe loudly, obediently letting his daughter wash him. He watched as his daughter washed his chest… Gradually, she began washing his shoulders and armpits, then his waist and abs. The further down he washed, the slower and more hesitant her movements became, but it was clear her gaze never left her father's penis. Time seemed to freeze; every second became torture for Weitian. He feared he might let out a moan of pleasure, letting his daughter know that her father harbored impure thoughts. But the pleasure of his daughter's delicate hands roaming over his body was indescribable. Just
as Weitian was still immersed in the pleasure of her touch, his daughter suddenly stopped. Weitian inwardly groaned, worried that his daughter had discovered his impure thoughts, yet also reluctant to let this wonderful sensation end. Another long silence followed. The soap suds had long since been rinsed off Weitian's body, and an eerie atmosphere filled the bathroom.
Wenru reached out and turned off the showerhead; the sound of water ceased. The bathroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, making the already awkward silence between them even more unbearable. His daughter glared at him with murderous intent, her brow furrowed.
Weitian thought to himself, "I'm doomed, I've probably been found out." Just as he was about to explain, a sharp itch shot through his groin. Looking down, he saw his daughter using her gloved hand to massage his glans. The soap suds made her palms slippery; sometimes she would circle her palms over his glans, sometimes she would grasp the shaft and repeatedly rub it from the base to the glans, even scrubbing the groove and urethral opening with her index finger. Weitian was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth, his body trembling uncontrollably.
The atmosphere was incredibly eerie. The only sounds in the bathroom, besides his irregular breathing, were the sizzling sounds of soap suds from his daughter's hands massaging his penis. His daughter avoided eye contact with him. He silently worked with his head down. He gazed at his daughter's beautiful hair, collarbone, then her fragrant shoulders and slender arms, before finally noticing her delicate fingers. Her full breasts, with their erect pink nipples, appeared even flatter against the backdrop of his penis.
The "squeak, squeak" sound continued for a while, and even Wei Tian wasn't sure if his daughter was genuinely washing him or deliberately teasing him. The itchy pleasure gradually accumulated into a strong soreness and numbness. After each wave of this sensation, Wei Tian had to exert tremendous effort to control his muscle contractions to avoid triggering a chain reaction that would lead to ejaculation. But the urge to advance only grew stronger. He knew that at this rate, he would eventually lose control. He couldn't help but wonder if his daughter was trying to get revenge on him. Even so, he sensed a softening in his daughter's attitude. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on his part, but he felt her movements had become more delicate and gentle, no longer so tense.
Wei Tian thought of his ex-wife… He recalled the pleasures of their past lovemaking. He felt his daughter's delicate hands squeezing his penis, as if trying to force out his semen. He believed his daughter loved him, and he was willing to repay her love at all costs, even at the cost of his own life. Worldly customs and ethics were irrelevant. The current sensation was everything; this fierce tide of love was real. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and let out a low roar, preparing to ejaculate all his love into his daughter.
Suddenly, his daughter stopped.
Chapter Four:
Desperate Measures Just as Weitian was about to ejaculate, Wenru stopped. Opening her eyes, she found her daughter staring at her. Clearly, her shameless, ecstatic expression had been witnessed by her.
Wenru didn't say anything, but quietly withdrew her hand from her father's penis, turned around, and stepped out of the bathtub. Weitian couldn't understand what this meant, why his daughter suddenly stopped. Was his daughter not pleasing him at all? Did she find her father's shameless behavior repulsive?
Wenru didn't say a word, only focusing on rinsing her hands at the sink where she had just rubbed her father's penis. She still wouldn't speak, dried her hands, and walked towards the bathroom door. In the mirror by the sink, Weitian saw a hint of contempt in his daughter's eyes.
Was everything just an illusion? All that love and admiration, just a product of self-delusion? Weitian could no longer bear this humiliation; he was now not just angry, but also filled with hatred.
Weitian stepped out of the bathtub, took a step forward, grabbed Wenru's right hand, and forcefully pulled her back. With his other hand, he grabbed his daughter's neck and pressed her against the mirror on the sink wall. Wenru struggled to pry her father's hands off but to no avail, and was forced to sit on the sink. She tried to knee him in the groin, but the distance was too short, and she only lightly grazed Weitian's penis.
Wenru was forced to sit on the sink, struggling but unable to get up. She tried to push her father away, but her slender arms couldn't budge him an inch. Her father's left hand pressed down on Wenru's shoulder, and his right hand lifted her left leg onto his right shoulder. Unable to push him away, Wenru frantically punched him, accidentally landing a few blows on Weitian's face. This slight pain only fueled Weitian's brutality; he reached out and hooked Wenru's neck with his right hand, forcefully pressing her head against his chest. His left hand also lifted Wenru's right leg onto his left shoulder, creating a "railway bento" position. Her father's genitals were swollen. The glans and penis, fully erect, pressed against Wenru's vulva. Disgusted, Wenru reached out to push against her father's waist, only to touch the glans. Shame and anger welled in her eyes as she pulled her hand back to her chest. Her father
noticed her disgust and a surge of rage ignited within him. He gripped his entire penis with his left hand, aimed it at the entrance of Wenru's vagina, and thrust it in with a powerful stroke. The force was so great that bottles and jars on the sink fell to the floor.
This thrust was almost unbearable for Wenru. Her vagina, already incredibly wet from her father's ministrations, was now further lubricated by the soap suds on his penis. The glans easily reached her cervix in one go. The air inside her uterus was forced out, and with a "plop," a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen gushed from her vagina, spraying onto her father's testicles.
Wenru let out a soft "Ai," a sound that was hard to discern as either pleasure or pain. She was filled with shame. Wenru struggled to straighten her back so that the penis could slide out of her vagina, but her father forcefully grabbed the back of her neck several times, forcing her back down. Not only could she not escape, but she was also deeply penetrated several times.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" Four times in a row, each time with a pause of about one second. Each time was a powerful withdrawal and a powerful insertion. The testicles slapped against her vulva, making a crisp slapping sound. The fierce force sent Wenru flying into the air again and again, only to fall back into the sink.
A feeling of weakness in her waist made Wenru reflexively brace herself with her hands to the sides. It was better when her father didn't penetrate her; once he did, he realized that Wenru's body was a different world, a wonderful and indescribable new realm. Through the heat of Wenru's body transmitted through his penis, he could experience his daughter's body more fully. The pleasure shattered the last shred of his rationality. He stared intently at their joined bodies, his breath heavy. His right hand subdued Wenru's struggling resistance from behind her neck, while his left hand encircled her lower back. He pressed his entire body against hers, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Wenru knew she had no hope of escape; her father's weight was far too much for a weak woman like her to move. Her long, slender legs stretched from in front of him to behind his head. Wenru thought, "If we stay like this, you won't be able to thrust into me so forcefully." But her father didn't crave powerful thrusts. Instead, he twisted his hips, using his weight and the irregular warts on his penis to repeatedly scrape against her vaginal walls. The folds of her vagina showed no mercy, eagerly welcoming the newcomer, dancing with the warts, trembling as if electrocuted.
Wenru felt as if the whole world was against her, even her own vagina was betraying her. A surge of intense resentment made her stiffen, refusing to utter a single sound. But her father's thrusts, again and again, brought a mixture of shame and pleasure with each stroke. She couldn't help but wonder if it was okay to indulge herself a little? Had she fallen in love with her father? Otherwise, how could each thrust of shame be so intoxicating?
Wei Tian twisted and writhed, enjoying the private service his daughter's vaginal folds provided. The pleasure that had been interrupted during the bath was now awakened again. The father, having satisfied his lust, completely abandoned ethics and shame.
"Ruru, your inside is so hot~!"
"Ruru, 'Daddy' is fucking the place where you just peed~!"
"Ruru, how come you're so tight down there? It feels so good to fuck Daddy. It didn't feel this good when I fucked your 'Mommy' back then~!" "
Ruru, it feels good to be fucked by Daddy, doesn't it?"
Wenru turned her head away in shame and anger, simply closing her eyes. But tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"Ruru, Daddy's doing this because he loves you!"
Seeing his daughter's tears again, Weitian regained a bit of humanity, loosening his grip on her and letting Wenru's legs slide off his shoulders. As soon as Wenru got a chance to catch her breath, she immediately turned to crawl away from the sink. But when she put her legs down, she realized that her legs and waist were already numb from being held up and pressed down, and she couldn't muster any strength. Before one foot could even touch the ground, her father gently nudged her shoulder, and she slumped back onto the sink in a starfish position.
For Weitian, this was the first time he had seen his daughter's body so unmasked since they had met naked. Even though her breasts weren't large, they were perky and firm, with rosy areolas and erect nipples. He couldn't help but reach forward and grab her, even flicking her nipples with his thumbs. This caused his daughter's back to arch backward.
Even so, Weitian's penis didn't stop, continuously thrusting into her genitals. His daughter glared at her father resentfully, seeing his determined expression, knowing he wouldn't let her go today.
"Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop..."
Weitian and Wenru were both speechless. One focused on his daughter's body, slowly thrusting into her genitals, while the other helplessly watched her father thrust into her. The only sound in the bathroom was the friction of penis against vagina.
"Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop..."
For a long, long time, there was no sign of her father stopping. Wenru felt her waist no longer belonged to her; each time her father slowly inserted his penis into her vagina, an electric shock-like tremor made her abdomen rise and fall, and her thighs involuntarily sway. Her father even closed his eyes... It was as if he was meticulously exploring the structure of his daughter's uterus, savoring every undulation of her vaginal walls. Later, it became even more exaggerated; each time he inserted his penis into her vagina, Weitian would let out a soft, praising sigh.
"Hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop), hoo (plop)..."
In fact, each thrust pushed Wenru closer and closer to the edge of climax. Perhaps her father didn't notice, but with each thrust, Wenru gradually began to let out soft moans.
"Is it really that good?" Wenru asked, trying to hide her loss of control.
The sudden question interrupted Weitian's ecstasy, leaving him stunned. Embarrassed, he recalled all the indecent acts he had committed against his daughter from the beginning until now. It was all too late; his penis was still inside her! Just as regret was about to rise, Wenru's vagina contracted forcefully, tightening around Weitian's penis. This contraction almost extinguished his remorse. Yet,
an urge to ejaculate surged through Weitian's mind under the grip of his daughter's vagina. Before he could even regret it, he was immediately faced with a morally difficult choice. He thought about how his penis had enjoyed so much pleasure, and now it was about to reach its goal; how could he give up halfway? But right now, it was his daughter inside him; this ejaculation would be an outrage against everyone. This torment and pressure were simply beyond the capacity of Weitian's loser, a pathetic character. Sure enough... Overwhelmed by pressure, Weitian muttered to himself like a madman, putting on a one-man show. He blatantly lied, acting as if his daughter were raping him.
"Oh, Ruru, no, how can you have sex with Daddy?"
"Ruru, really no, Daddy's going to pull out!"
"Ruru, why is your pussy so sucking Daddy's penis? This won't do, Daddy can't pull it out!"
While saying this, his body wasn't idle either, thrusting in and out, acting as if his daughter's vagina was sucking his penis so tightly it couldn't be pulled out. This absurd behavior truly showcased the characteristics of a loser. Seeing
her father's shameless behavior, and thinking that she had been driven to madness by this loser, she felt both ashamed and angry. She wanted to hit him but was powerless; her father's hands were still pinching her breasts, kneading and rubbing them. It was an unpleasant yet pleasurable sensation.
In a flash, her father suddenly bent over, and Wenru felt his entire penis burst into her vagina. The intense pleasure from the glans scraping against the folds of her vagina hadn't even subsided when she felt the glans thrust against her cervix. An electric shock-like pleasure shot through Wenru's brain, and she finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a loud, wanton moan. Then, her father almost pulled his penis out of her vagina, and immediately thrust it back in completely. Wenru naturally let out another wanton cry. One thrust after another, Wenru followed suit, moaning repeatedly. Wenru
wondered why her father had suddenly become so excited and aroused. It turned out that after Weitian's penis was gripped by his daughter's vagina, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, unleashing a chain reaction of sympathetic nerves. The urge to ejaculate, which he had been suppressing for so long, was released all at once. One ejaculation after another, each time the penis reached its deepest point, it shot powerfully into Wenru's uterus. The scalding semen drove the already aroused daughter to the brink of madness. Her legs, which had been dangling from the edge of the sink, now instinctively hooked around her father's lower back, clamping him tightly.
With a few stiff thrusts, disregarding the fact that the woman before him was his own flesh and blood, Weitian poured all his semen into Wenru's vagina. Even after ejaculating, his legs trembled. Not satisfied with that, he greedily opened his mouth and kissed his daughter's lips. Wenru, who had been trying to tighten her vagina, could only uncontrollably relax with this kiss, her vaginal opening finally loosening slightly, and the copious amount of semen gushed out.
After the climax came sobriety; the two stared at each other, speechless for a long time, unable to believe what they had just done. Weitian pulled his limp penis from his daughter's vagina and staggered out of the bathroom like a zombie. His daughter, left bewildered, watched as semen overflowed from her vagina, dripping onto the tiles with a soft pattering sound.
~end~
Postscript.
The next day, Weitian, as usual, went online in his room after work. He suddenly felt the urge to urinate and went to the toilet. Unexpectedly, just as he was halfway through urinating, his daughter unexpectedly walked in. She stood by the sink, watching her father urinate. Weitian was at a loss, but unable to stop, he had no choice but to let his daughter watch him urinate. He quickly finished, pulled up his pants, and turned to wash his hands at the sink. He saw his daughter push herself up and sit on the sink. Although Wenru still turned her head away from her father's gaze, she untied the straps of her dress, letting them slip down to reveal her small, firm breasts.

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