Part 7:
link “Ouch,” Gwen complains, squirming as the rough bark of the дерево suddenly makes itself known.
“Don’t squirm или we’ll end up starting over again,” Arthur chuckles into her neck. He is still holding her in his arms, still joined with her, still regaining his breath.
“The дерево is uncomfortable,” Gwen says, Поцелуи his forehead.
“Sorry,” Arthur apologizes, and slowly lowers her to her feet. He grins when he sees her trousers hanging half-off, one boot still on.
“I...
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