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the bathroom. The woman, afraid of being caught, dared not cry out. She could only whimper, biting on a towel to stifle her frantic moans. Her soapy body was slippery like a fish, but the man had an u...xy. Her pink tongue, as if having a life of its own, darted around his fingertip, each soft touch leaving behind a string of wet heat that set his heart racing!Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer...