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No Audioits a cold December morning, the air bitterly cold the room dimmly lit with only the faintest hint of dawn the fire in the great had long since gone out,yet dispite the chill there was a warmth,you were pressed against me still sleeping,your breathing soft and steady.as i woke gradually,the hazy remnants of sleep drifted away from me as awareness returned the quiet of the morning was only broken by the sound of your breathing,soft and rhythmic,my body began to react,an arousal under my stomach
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