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... ay sprawled out on his straw mattress like a man at war with his own body.
He twisted, groaned, tilted from side to side, one hand gripping his ridiculously hard shaft like he was trying to exorcise a demon through sheer friction.
His other hand flailed as he muttered nonsense, sweat dripping down his temples.
Alice stood at the doorway, frozen.
Her battle-hardened instincts screamed retreat. Every part of her training told her there was a monster here.
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