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(Myra's POV)
"Ummm~ …. ahh~ ... ugh~ …." What is this? What is this vehement feeling? I could feel my hair standing on end when rough, calloused fingers brushed against the skin of my inner thigh. I couldn't tell but moan, "Mmmhhhh~ … anghh~ ..."
I tried to pry my eyes open, but failed to do so because of the blindfold. The next second, I felt another touch, this time on my right foot. It was as tender and gentle as a marshmallow. The feather-like caress made me shudder involuntarily. Then a male voice, more like a purr, as smooth as velvet, spoke, right next to my ear, "Easy there~ … Myr~ah. You are doing, go~od."
