Part 7:
link “Ouch,” Gwen complains, squirming as the rough bark of the albero suddenly makes itself known.
“Don’t squirm o 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 albero is uncomfortable,” Gwen says, baciare 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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