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Atlas was ruffling Amelia's white hair, her soft and straight hair falling from his hand. He would play more, but she was fast asleep. Tired from their hours and hours of bonding. So he didn't want to wake up the sleeping beauty. She deserved all the rest she could get as he had used half of his techniques on her virgin body.
He smiled, gazing at her goddess-like face. He had a notion to touch her soft and pale cheeks, shining from the morning sunlight. And to give a long passionate kiss to her pink lips looking like fresh juicy fruit, ready to be eaten right away.
He reminisced the moments when he was pounding her deep inside her womb as she was continuously moaning and shouting to bear a child inside her. He followed, pumping every bit of his seed inside her, fulfilling her w
