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er body tremble.He didn't need her answer, starting to gently knead her waist. The gesture was probably well-intentioned. He might have given massages before, the just right amount of pressure made h...udder, they fell upon those arms, as delicate as lotus stalks.The woman, washing her hair, held up both arms above her head. Her jet-black hair, some of it in clumps on top and some cascading down, br...