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dear son... Xiao Lang... good boy... Xiao Lang..."The little guy was a bit at a loss, he could only seek help by glancing at Miao Qing who was hiding in the dark. Miao Qing shrugged, meaning she wasn'...it had been days since he’d taken her. He was a man of strong desires, and once they built up, the eruption was hard to contain.He was kneading her soft flesh with brutal force, his wolfish kisses dis...