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neck while his hands roamed her body, feeling her soft skin. She felt her body starting to heat up; his caresses made her feel strange. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, turning her face to look at him. 

“Helping you bathe.” 

“I can do it myself.” 

“I know, but I still want to do it.” 

Alessandro’s hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, eliciting a moan of pleasure 

from her. He said, 

“But it seems to me that you want me to do something more than just help you bathe, am I wrong?” 

Abril was embarrassed. 

“That’s not true.” 

Alessandro hugged her and whispered in her ear: 

“But I do. I’m dying to make 

you 

mine.” 

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