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TEN

LUCA

“This kind.” I lean in and kiss her.

Her face is still pink from the spanking, her lips parted with a mixture of nerves and heat. I bring my hand up gently to her cheek, brushing the side of her face with my thumb.

My lips meet hers again, soft and slow, tasting her. She’s hesitant—unsure bu...