[Mom, love me one more time]

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【Mom, Love Me Again】 Mom, love me again! [1-4 Complete]

"There's only one mother in the world who is good, a child with a mother is like a treasure, nestled in mother's embrace, happiness is endless..."

The computer on the small square table by the bed, like a human body after a car accident, though broken into pieces, still
stubbornly played this song, "There's Only One Mother in the World Who is Good," which I've listened to for over ten years...

(a)

The first time I heard this song was with my mother. At that time, we were still living in
a small mountain . My father was still alive. The Liu family in the upper village had many brothers. They went out to work and earned money.
When they celebrated their mother's birthday, they even invited the county cinema to show a movie. As a result, when the movie started, men, women, and children from both villages cried their eyes
out. The Liu brothers were so angry that they tore the screen to pieces, but at least we were able to watch it, and we remembered
this song.

After watching the movie, my mother insisted on holding me tightly in her arms. Even when sleeping, she wouldn't let me climb up
to the attic to keep company with the mice. Although Dad stubbornly refused to let me sleep in the
red-lacquered canopy bed that my mother-in-law had given me at their wedding, I finally returned to this
haven .

Actually, I don't usually wet the bed at night, but whether it was from excitement or something else, I woke up in the middle of the night . What
I saw there made me blush even more than any rape scene in a movie.

Mom was sitting on Dad, moving back and forth rapidly like grinding beans
. I was surprised at how white Mom's skin was. Moonlight streamed through the window, like a bucket of
milk spilled on her, all falling onto her two breasts, which resembled ripe melons.

Ugh! Before I could even see the brown nipples, Dad's rough, dark hands
grabbed one breast firmly in each hand. Wait! Did he think he was kneading mud to make bricks? Dad started roughly kneading

Mom's delicate breasts . 　　"Ugh, ugh..." Mom seemed to be in a lot of pain, and she even groaned. The sound was like the sound I make when I can't poop. 　　Dad still felt sorry for Mom. Hearing her groan, he immediately put his hands, which were still pinching and kneading her breasts, on her waist and helped her sit up. 　　I couldn't see very clearly from under the covers, but I could see Dad's big, dark buttocks arching forward, while Mom's plump, white thighs were wrapped tightly around Dad's dark spine like a Buddha statue. 　　Suddenly, I felt my penis straighten, and an itchy sensation spread . 　　Of course, I knew I couldn't get out of bed to pee, and of course, I didn't want to, so I gritted my teeth and endured it. 　　Dad is really good at farm work; he doesn't forget his field skills even in bed. He twisted and lifted Mom upside down, making her support herself with her hands against the headboard. He knelt behind her, his hands on his ugly, dark penis—far bigger than mine—and rubbed it against her soft, white buttocks a few times, producing a series of muffled "slap slap" sounds. 　　Seeing Dad's posture, I couldn't help but laugh. It was like driving an ox to plow the field, and when he got excited, he'd slap Mom's large buttocks twice. The "slap slap" sound reminded me of the pain Dad used to feel when he slapped my bottom, and with each slap, my heart pounded. 　　Mom didn't seem to feel any pain. She thrust her white buttocks back forcefully while moaning , "Daddy, fuck me to death...fuck me to death! Harder! I'm so itchy! Faster...faster, deeper !" 　　Amidst Mom and Dad's panting and movements, like plowing a field, I watched Mom's two large breasts, like big meat buns sold in the city, with two red bean paste-like dots on top, swaying before my eyes. My mouth felt dry ; I wanted to drink something or shout to relieve the discomfort. My hands, hidden under the blanket, always felt hot and wanted to reach out, wanting to squeeze those full breasts like Dad's dark hands to see if I could squeeze out any fluid. 　　But I didn't dare; my hands remained obediently hidden under the blanket. However, my hard little penis couldn't hold back . Although I desperately gripped it with my left hand, a little liquid still seeped through my fingers. 　　"Faster...faster, Ah Bao's dad, I'm going to die, deeper, faster...faster, faster, wait for me, please don't ejaculate!" 　　Mom's voice grew louder and more urgent without her realizing it, and the "slap, slap, slap grew faster and faster. Dad's panting was like that of an old ox plowing a field, and the liquid seeping from between my fingers was increasing, so much so that I couldn't hold it in with both hands. 　　"Ah, ah, ah..." 　　Dad and Mom roared at the same time, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I shouted at the same time, "Mom, I need to pee!" 　　My words startled Dad and Mom, who stared blankly like two clay Buddhas, especially Dad, whose mouth was wide open enough to fit a steamed bun, his hand pulling on Mom's nipple all the way to her waist without letting go. 　　I didn't have time to see what they were doing. I grabbed my penis, rolled off the bed, grabbed someone's shoe, ran to the back door, opened it, and comfortably started to pee. That pee was really long and straight; if I were to compete with Little Fatty Liu to see who could pee the farthest, he definitely wouldn't stand a chance. 　　I vaguely heard them arguing inside, and it seemed like they were even bringing up my name, but I couldn't be bothered. The cold night wind was making me shiver, so I quickly finished peeing and climbed into bed. 　　"You little bastard, get out!" I had barely climbed onto the edge of the bed when my dad kicked me off. 　　"Ouch!" The sudden blow made me scream and collapse, clutching my stomach. At the same time, my mom's stern voice came from the bed: "You short-lived wretch, are you crazy? Hitting my son in the middle of the night! If anything happens to him, I'll never forgive you!" My mom jumped off the bed while yelling and reached out to help me up. 　　Seeing my mom come down, tears streamed down my face, and I started rolling around on the floor. 　　"You short-lived brat! Look what you've done to Bao'er! Why don't you just die?" My performance ignited my mother's fury, and the shoes on the floor and the pillows on the bed landed on my father's dark face. 　　Why are they all dressed? I secretly looked around on the floor for a long time but couldn't find a gap to peek through. Mom...

While I was urinating, Mom was dressed very warmly. Dad's arrogance when he hit me earlier was
completely subdued by Mom's worn-out shoes, and the ground was indeed too cold, so I stopped pretending and slowly straightened
up.

"Are you alright, baby?" Mom saw me stand up and immediately took my hand and asked anxiously.

"Um..." I pretended to still be in pain, clutching my stomach.

Dad obediently rolled to the other end of the bed to sleep, and Mom hugged me and lay down to sleep. Smelling Mom's fragrance,
I slept especially sweetly that night.

(II)

I don't know if Mom's curse that night worked or for some other reason, but Dad really did die young. A few days
later, he was crushed to death by a tree while cutting down trees on the mountain.

After sending Dad up the mountain, I never slept in the attic again. Every time, Mom would hug me to sleep, and sometimes Mom's nightmares would
make me feel suffocated. Actually, I was quite scared during that time, so even though I could hear my mother
's heartbeat through her clothes every night, I never felt that urge to urinate like that night.

Time is like a big broom, always sweeping away everything that shouldn't be left behind. My mother was the same.
After the seven-day mourning period, as the uncles and aunts who came to help left one by one, my mother went back
to working , her face tanned as dark as his.

As the saying goes, "A widow's door is always full of gossip." Although my mother was much darker now, her large buttocks
and still high-perched breasts still made the men in the village drool. I heard
those men, whom I should call uncles and elder brothers, look at my mother's body swaying like a willow in the wind while carrying water, swallowing their saliva
and saying harsh words: "Sooner or later I'll fuck these women to death."

The bold get rich, the timid starve. This world is a dog-eat-dog world, and I never thought
someone turn those harsh words into reality.

That night, I felt a little cold. I reached out and touched my mother; she wasn't in bed. I jumped up in surprise and saw
moonlight shining in through the back door. I realized she had gone to relieve herself.

But listening closely, I sensed something was wrong. I heard my mother speaking in a low voice: "Second Uncle
Bao'er , let go! Or I'll scream!"

"Scream! If you dare scream, I'll say you're a jinx reincarnated, bringing death to Bao'er's father and then trying to seduce
me with evil winds! Scream! If you scream, I'll even say Bao'er is a little fox spirit and fry him to death in oil!" An
old voice followed. Everyone in the village knew this voice well; it was always
the one who presided over speeches at clan events. It was the voice of Dong Er Die, the Dong family's ancestor.

Dong Er Die truly lived up to his reputation as a capable man of the Dong family. After a few words, my mother fell silent.

"By the way, Second Uncle likes obedient and sensible women like you. As long as you're obedient to Second Uncle, you and your mother
will live a life of luxury, much more comfortable than living with that deadbeat Bao'er's father." Second Uncle Dong's grating
voice rang out again, followed by a muffled groan from my mother.

Second Uncle Dong was at least in his sixties, and his grandson was even a few years older than me. I never expected that he would be the first to take
advantage of my mother!

I felt a surge of anger just thinking about it, so I quietly got out of bed and hid behind the back door.

My mother's clothes had been stripped off completely, her body clearly divided into black and white from her neck down to her thighs
. Her two large, plump breasts looked particularly alluring against the backdrop of her dark neck and arms.
Second Uncle Dong probably had the same thought as me, as he grabbed one of her large, fleshy breasts and brought his large, unkempt
mouth with its white and black beard to her lips.

My mother seemed to push her graying head a few times, but whether it was due to a lack of strength or some other reason, in the end,
it was Dong Erdie's foul mouth that conquered her breasts.

Dong Erdie gnawed and nibbled at my mother's large breasts like a pig gnawing on swill, his
hands, covered with age spots, rummaging through the dark triangle area beneath my mother's dark belly, like digging into a sparrow's nest, between the tufts of dark hair
. I watched from behind the door as his two veined fingers forced open a small red hole,
burrowing inside like an eel.

Under Dong Erdie's teasing, my mother actually let out a muffled
groan, the same one she had made with my father in bed that night, and obediently followed Dong Erdie's command, turning around and bracing herself against the wall, raising her plump, white
buttocks high, while Dong Erdie held his dry, thin penis
and ground it back and forth between her opening and closing buttocks.

Uncle Dong's little meat stick, which couldn't even compare to my penis, remained limp like a slug after rubbing for a long time
, while my penis, for some reason, was erect like a drumstick pounding against my belly.

"Baby's mother, I can't take it anymore, why don't you just suck it for me?" Uncle Dong said,
twisting my mother around, one hand supporting his unworthy penis, the other grabbing my mother's hair and pressing it down.

This time, my mother really didn't want to, no matter how Uncle Dong pressed, she desperately held her head up and refused to put her mouth to that
old gun.

"Will you suck it or not? If you don't, I'll open the ancestral hall tomorrow and burn you two, mother and son, to death." Uncle Dong said,
slapping my mother hard twice.

At this point, I lost all interest in watching the peep show, a surge of anger rose from the soles of my feet to the roots of my hair, I
grabbed the door bolt behind the door and smashed it hard against Uncle Dong's bare leg.

"Ouch!" Uncle Dong howled like a wolf. One by one, the village lights came on. (III) Uncle Dong's leg was crippled

,

and I didn't benefit much either. My mother and I were kicked out of the clan,
and from then by collecting garbage in the county town.

As the saying goes, "A poor man's child learns to be
independent , I still tried to collect scrap paper and scrap metal for an hour on my way home from school to help my mother supplement the family income. I
had only one thought in my mind: I had to make my mother happy.

Some people came to my house to propose marriage to my mother, but she always refused their kindness,
saying .

We had just rented a room when a matchmaker came to our door. She looked at our small bed and said strangely, "Your
child is already in high school and still sleeping with you?" Then she shook her head and left as if she understood something important.

That night, Mom used a discarded bamboo slat that she had found to build a small bed opposite our bed.

I was all grown up now, and I knew what Mom meant, but after finishing my homework,
I still silently put the carefully arranged blankets from the bamboo slat to the other bed.

That night, Mom kept sewing until very late. But in the end, she quietly got into bed.

As soon as Mom got into bed, I hugged her tightly. Mom was startled, but instinctively
pushed me away before touching my hair.

"Mom, no one can separate us! Mom, I love you!" I buried my face
in Mom's chest, just like when I was little, and whispered to her.

Mom didn't speak, but I could feel her heart pounding, and I could feel her hands
digging into my hair.

"Mom loves you too, Bao'er, no one can separate us!" Mom finally spoke, her voice trembling, and
a few wet tears dripped onto my forehead. I knew Mom was crying.

I looked up. Mom rubbed her eyes, but her smile was still tinged with tears, and her dark face
held a girlish shyness. I suddenly realized how beautiful Mom was. Her eyebrows were long and slender, and her thick eyelashes, wet with
tears like dew-kissed buds in early spring. Her plump, red lips trembled like
quietly blooming roses, and her chest, rising and falling with her breath, was like potato sprouts about to break through the soil.

"Silly child, what are you looking at!" Mom was a little embarrassed by my gaze and scolded me coquettishly.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" I couldn't help but mumble, and driven by some unknown force, I wrapped my
arms around Mom's neck and kissed her hard on the lips.

Mom pushed me away as if she'd been electrocuted, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me like I was an alien.

Neither Mom nor I slept that night, but I didn't end up sleeping on the bamboo bed either.

*** *** *** ***

The college entrance exam results are out. I ranked second in the whole school, more than forty points above the cutoff
for top-tier universities. But I ultimately chose a teachers' college in my province. The reason was simple: my high school promised to cover my tuition and fees for four years of university,
on the condition that I return to teach there after graduation.

When I received my acceptance letter, my mom and I, for the first time ever, shared a bottle of wine. Mom drank a lot and cried a lot, pouring out
all her troubles to my dad, whose name is hanging on the wall. I cried a lot with my mom, but I also understood that now that I
had gotten into university, Mom wanted to separate from me and find a partner to spend the rest of her life with.

I didn't want to be separated from Mom; I vowed to take care of her for the rest of my life.

Lying in bed, I made the boldest and most hesitant decision in the world: I wanted to
make Mom my woman, only then could she be with me forever!

Mom was drunk, or perhaps I felt relieved after getting into university, because for the first time, she lay down on
the bed .

Seeing my mother's face flushed red from the alcohol, and her red lips slightly parted with her soft snores,
I felt a burning heat all over my body, as if I had walked thirty miles of mountain road. I tried to lower my head and
gently touch my mother's red lips with my own.

My mother didn't react much; her high, firm breasts continued to heave unrestrainedly, oblivious to everything around her.

My trembling hand pressed against those two peaks, and a warm, soft, and solid feeling immediately
traveled from my palm to my brain. I couldn't help but press a few more times, and the more I pressed, the stronger the urge to explore became.

I tried to unbutton the top two buttons of my mother's blouse, but to my surprise, my mother, burning hot from the strong liquor, unbuttoned
the rest . Two snow-white, jade-like breasts were about to burst out, and the small bra could hardly
contain their full beauty.

I felt a burning heat in my throat, making it hard to breathe. I quickly stripped off all my
clothes and lay quietly beside my mother, who was still snoring softly, sleeping like a begonia flower.

The briefs constricted my already erect penis, which was as hard as a red-hot iron rod, causing a sharp pain. I
couldn't bear it any longer and finally tore off the last bit of clothing covering me.

My mother's breasts were still rising and falling with the rhythm of my erection. I didn't care anymore
; I ripped off her bra. Her breasts seemed a little soft; as soon as the bra was off,
they tilted to the sides like two empty wine sacks.

I didn't care about anything else at that moment; all I knew was to knead her nipples, which looked like two ripe Shanxi red dates
, and without thinking, after sixteen years, my mouth licked my mother's nipples again.

Seeing that my mother hadn't reacted yet, my initial fear eased considerably. One hand
was still circling her white breasts, while the other swiftly found her waistband and gently
unfastened it.

Because she hadn't done farm work for a while, her skin was noticeably whiter. Below her deep navel
was a vast expanse of white snow, and beneath that snow, a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair lay neatly in a triangle, concealing
that sacred cave.

This was a place I had walked through seventeen years ago. Seeing the light brown labia minora peeking out from beneath the two
thick labia majora, I felt incredibly excited. Like a pilgrim, I pressed my head close to this fleshy opening,
and a slightly musky yet softly fragrant scent immediately filled my nostrils.

So good! I took several deep breaths of the essence from this mysterious cave, feeling a
sense of exhilaration .

I tentatively used two fingers to gently smooth the pubic hair, then parted the two brownish labia majora.
A bright red clitoris, like a love bean, immediately burst forth, while a
small, tender, red, and delicate opening, like a baby's mouth, was contracting and opening. At first glance, it looked like a hungry baby pouting
.

I quickly inserted one finger, and it immediately seemed to breathe, swallowing my finger. I
quickly pulled my finger out, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation and inserted two more. Hmm, this is better
; the suction isn't as strong, but I could feel a brush constantly brushing my fingers. I tried to go deeper
.

Oh no! Mom rolled over and pinned my fingers underneath.

Now I really panicked, and the courage I had mustered at the beginning vanished completely. Thankfully, Mom rolled over...
There were no further movements. I tried to pull my fingers out again and lay down next to my mother.

Since we were both naked, my penis was pressed tightly against her soft, white
buttocks Twisting and rubbing, my thick, long penis somehow slipped into her buttocks without her noticing. A
pressure I'd never experienced before pushed my penis deeper.

My mother's body seemed to tremble slightly, but she didn't turn over. I tried putting my hand back
on her breasts, but there was no significant reaction.

Now I was bolder. Without thinking, I tried to turn my mother's body over so she was
sleeping face up, but no matter how hard I tried, she remained in that position with her back to me. After a few attempts,
I gave up completely and just used my hand to guide my penis, trying to probe randomly between her buttocks.

Wait, it seems I've found an opening! I pushed forward forcefully, and my mother's body trembled and she
slipped out. Undeterred, I tried again, guiding my penis in and squeezing, but still failed. At this rate, all my efforts would be
wasted . I tried turning my mother's body to align her with the opening, but unexpectedly, her tense
legs seemed to unconsciously loosen a crack, and my long, thick penis, inheriting my father's fine tradition, immediately
slid in.

Slippery, sticky. Wow, why is it so wet here? Did Mom drink too much and urinate without
realizing it? I had no time to wake her to pee. Following the slippery liquid, I pushed my penis in. This
was much easier; my penis squeezed into a hot, furnace-like cave. The flesh on either side
felt like sponges soaked in medicine, constantly washing over my glans. I couldn't help but thrust a few times,
feeling as if a delicate baby's hand was caressing and pulling inside.

I succeeded? I really made my mother my woman?

A surge of joy filled me, and I thrust a few more times with all my might. Perhaps I'd been too rough these past few times, because I clearly
heard my mother let out a muffled groan: "Ouch!"

Was Mom awake?

I stopped, a little lost. Just then, I saw Mom's buttocks subtly push back, once, twice.

"Mom!" I forcefully turned Mom's body around. She didn't open her eyes, but
glistening tears welled up beneath her long eyelashes.

"Mom, I love you, I want to be with you forever!" I said, pressing
my lips , forcefully using my tongue to pry open her teeth.

Once, twice, three times. With my efforts, Mom finally opened her mouth, and my clumsy tongue
was quickly enveloped by a soft, fragrant tongue.

After a long tongue battle, I smoothly climbed onto Mom's warm body again, easily returning my

penis intact to its place from seventeen years ago. Under my powerful thrusts, Mom also
lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, groaning joyfully with each of my vigorous thrusts.

"My darling son... my darling husband, push harder, faster... faster... Mommy's going to die...
faster !" For the first time since Daddy's death, Mommy felt the happiness of being a woman.

From that night on, Mommy became my woman, and she followed me to the provincial capital. We still rented a dilapidated house, and
life was still hard, but our faces were always filled with happy smiles.

(IV)

Four years passed quickly. I graduated and returned to the middle school I had graduated from to become a teacher,
earning over 700 yuan a month. Mommy also found a job in the cafeteria and no longer had to collect garbage.
Our hard times should be coming to an end soon, and I finally had my first luxury—a second-hand computer.

The wish for a peaceful life for good people seemed to exist only in people's hearts. Unexpectedly, the
diagnosis was cancer—bladder cancer.

I'm a materialist. When I saw the test results, I knew my mother's life could end at any moment.
Therefore I refused the hospital's offer of inpatient chemotherapy. Although
I would be willing to give my own life if there were a chance to cure her, I knew it was impossible. Our beloved Premier Zhou couldn't be cured,
King couldn't be cured, so how could my mother be cured? Did I have to make my mother undergo another
life-threatening chemotherapy session to be worthy of her?

I wouldn't do that. Just like the distorted love between my mother and me, I believe my mother
would not , even though she still thought it was gastritis.

I spent all my salary and loans on heroin. I don't use drugs, but for my mother, I became a drug buyer. I
bought heroin and injected it into her veins while giving her injections, so she wouldn't feel the excruciating
pain of cancer. But as the dosage increased, I knew my mother was getting further and further away from me.

"There's only one mother in the world who's good, a child without a mother is like a blade of grass, away from a mother's embrace, where can happiness be found..."

Looking at my mother, who had fallen into a deep sleep after yet another injection of drugs, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Baby, come here, Mom has something to tell you." My mother, who had long been unable to get out of bed due to her illness,
suddenly sat up easily!

Was I dreaming? I rubbed my eyes hard. Yes, my mother was smiling and
talking .

"Mom, you're better?" I rushed over in surprise. Could this be the legendary "fighting poison with poison" method,
unintentionally conquering cancer—a problem that renowned medical scientists had studied for generations?

"Baby, my good son, Mom has made you suffer." My mother's thin fingers ran through my hair,
her voice sounding even more sorrowful.

"Mom, don't say that, we'll be together forever!" I kissed my mother's lips tenderly, just as I had before her illness
.

"Baby, you don't need to lie to Mom anymore. Mom knows my illness is incurable. Mom's biggest regret is not being able to give you
a younger brother or son." A faint blush appeared on Mom's pale face as she said this.

"Mom, I love you. You're getting better soon, really. Let's have ten or eight more sons, okay?" I
suddenly felt something was wrong, but I still tried to sound cheerful as I spoke to Mom.

"Mom wants to too, but your father is waiting for me to take care of him. You two are my enemies from a past life."

Mom said, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Mom, everything will be alright. Aren't you doing quite well now? Why don't we make a son right now?"
"Come on?" A crazy idea suddenly popped into my head: I wanted my mother to die in
happiness .

"This...how can this be?"

"Yes, it will definitely work!" I said, gently unbuttoning my mother's clothes, taking them off one by one like a sacred ritual
, and neatly folding them at the head of the bed. Then I quickly tore
off .

Cancer had completely devoured my mother's voluptuous body. Her breasts were like empty
rice sacks hanging on a few thin, bony ribs, and her nipples were like two dried-out donkey testicles
, black and hanging between her ribs. Her pubic hair was like firewood discarded and forgotten in winter, dry and tangled together. Her
labia majora were like two tattered rags blown by the cold wind, revealing two wrinkled labia minora inside
.

Just like the first time I pounced on my mother, I gently took her nipple, which had long since lost all feeling, into
my mouth. I carefully licked it with my tongue, bit it with my teeth, and my fingers deftly
stroked .

"I want to make Mom happy forever!" I thought to myself, secretly lowering one hand to quickly
stroke my limp penis, which was as soft as a cooked noodle.

After several attempts, my penis finally rose slightly, and my mother, whether from exhaustion or excitement,
was already lying on the bed with her eyes closed, panting.

This was a golden opportunity; I knew that if I didn't insert it now while it was still erect, I would never have another
chance. I lifted one of my mother's legs, turned to the side, and rubbed my still somewhat swollen glans against her
vulva . At this point, expecting my mother's vagina to quickly overflow with hot, lustful fluid as usual
was pure wishful thinking. I used my other hand to spit out several mouthfuls of saliva and smear them on my glans.

My mother's vagina was no longer filled with flesh; with the slightest force, I could feel her pubic bone slamming painfully
against my skin . But I persisted, trying to push my half-erect penis in as much as possible, even though
it was cold and dry inside, like a pile of gravel in winter.

"Oh, oh, oh..." My mother let out a few strange growls.

I knew my time was almost up, so I frantically thrust my penis into that dark, long
cave , ignoring the pain and itchiness.

"Oh, oh, oh..." My mother cried out three more times, hugging my waist tightly as she did so. I felt her
struggle to lift her head and kiss me, but she couldn't manage it. Her head slumped onto the pillow, and a large gush of
warm liquid sprayed like a fountain onto the base of my penis, then flowed down her thighs.

With the gushing liquid and the sudden spasm in her body, my semen
shot out like a water jet from my still-erect penis.

"There's only one mother in the world who is good, a child with a mother is a treasure, nestled in mother's embrace, happiness is boundless..."

Mom, love me one more time. I wiped away the urine and semen that had flowed from my mother's body before she died, and
whispered in her ear...

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