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The sun was setting down, the evening red rays of the sun lighting all the room of the 775th floor.
From the decorated lights to the statues, the comfy sofa's to the herb garden. Everything, meaning everything was messed up to a degree that was impossible to be fully recovered. In the middle of such a chaotic room, the holy saintess was lying on the floor, her upper body covered with the blanket which Atlas covered her with.
She was gazing at the ceiling, her body filled with red love marks. Her cunt dripping white c*m as her body jerked from time to time. As the saintess herself, she could remove all the marks in a blink of an eye but she let it remain. Still reminiscing the pleasure she felt on her whole body.
She was staring at the ceiling with her heart missing hi
