Jia Lissa lies back on the couch, red hair spilling over the cushions, while a dark-haired woman in glasses leans in to taste her. One hand grips Jia’s thigh, the other slides under sheer black fabric as Jia’s lips part in a slow, breathy moan. The room is quiet except for the wet sounds of mouths meeting skin.
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