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locked their arms tight around Cecilia, pushing them closer, face to face. Her booze-scented breath skirts over Cecilia's features, up into their nostrils to burn them. Their eyes were glossy—her mouth agape and drooling as she breathed.

⠀⠀"Hoeh... why arr yoo on top uhf me?"
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⠀⠀With the strength applied to their lower garments, Cecilia found herself tumbling on top of the sloshed ronin; shortly, she smothered them against the bed, getting the stickiness of booze, sweat, and saliva on their clothes, albeit the plutocrat attempted to pull away. Immediately, Ethel

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Hands crossed to her chest, the ronin stood there quietly, with a dull expression, parsing together what the man had just said. Her lips let out a groan, turning around to walk away.

⠀⠀"You're not my type."
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weakness, fluttering a few times, and then closed shut, but the mercenary continued to stir and breath heavy. Her right hand pawed at where Cecilia was on the bed, before they gripped their pants and pulled them messily toward her with unexpected strength.

⠀⠀" Teddy... "
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the whole length of the bed, her arms—exposed from wrist to shoulder—elongated and rested wherever they go, with a couple grips on the sheets periodically. A couple of moans from her maw due to the cracking of their joints.

⠀⠀" Nngh... Perfeckt solitude... "

⠀⠀Slowly, her eyelids grew in

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⠀⠀As their bottom flattened to and squeezed the mattress to the wooden frame, the mercenary did a nimble stretch of her arms outward from their sides, and that jacket slid off into the sheets behind her. When Ethel laid backward, the article was smothered beneath their figure; scrawling over

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strength, or did enough loosening, to slip each remaining limb out of the vines, swiping up her blade. One, two, and three, her odachi sliced through the vines, turning them to tatters and making them useless to control.

⠀⠀" Wearing me out so much in the morn'... I'll barely be able to work. "
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ball of fire; she was disappointed in a way. A fight to their near death was far more exhilarating.

⠀⠀Her eyelids narrowed, " Oh, come on! You already told me what you were doing! I don't need to be shown a thing about the obvious. "

Before the man could release her, she earned enough

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⠀⠀" G-Guh... You are so stupid! Who cares if you douse the fire right after? An accident could occur, and the whole area would burn down—regardless of your desire! "

Ethel was ready to speak another few words to protect their corporeal form. Although, it was not needed as he stifled the second

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⠀⠀It was dingy, the bare minimum; various sheets and pillows thrown around with the occasional wine stain, either Ethel used the room for awhile or the establishment cared little for cleaning. Regardless, those drunk blues laid on the mattress, and her hands palmed out for it.

⠀⠀" Sweep... "
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applied mainly on the thumb inside her mouth, the digit nibbled, suckled, and lapped on frantically, as if to end a chance of escape despite its insistent impulsion. Only once the two arrived inside, and the door was shut and locked, did Ethel realize the destination, her eyes on the bed.

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height allowed the mercenary's rear—insinuated by their tight, black bodysuit—to firmly plant to the other's hips, shook and pressed during her erratic movements.

⠀⠀She did not notice the closer movement toward the door of her room. To them, the distance felt the same; while their focus was

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⠀⠀Ethel nearly slid forward after the kick to their feet, where her back could end up shattered and skull bonked open, but Cecilia's body structure and hand kept her straight, causing the drunkard to hold perpendicularly against them and rub their whole form back into theirs. The 170cm vs 180cm

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