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Magnus's crimson eyes greedily viewed at the red puckering hole that was twitching. He couldn't help his own finger from rubbing around it, causing for it to relax and tighten in anticipation for his touch, his lips turning devilish at the thought of how her body was so in tune with his touches. Seeing it made him want to raze everything down.
"Listen," suddenly Estelle spoke up when she felt her heart thumping. "I don't think you should hit your spouse!"
"Agreed," Magnus responded quickly, "But I didn't hit?" Seeing she said "spouse" without noticing it made him grin.
"But you did!" She said. "That— I'm not a kid. Only a kid would be slapped on their bottom," she said accusingly. What would she know about the fun of bed, the kind of pleasure and the kind of things to do? The poor girl had heard a lot of things as she lived in the slums.
