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“Calor, hace mucho calor. Se está abrasando. Hay fuego en sus párpados que se niegan a cerrarse por completo, en la hilera de besos que Marc le ha depositado por todo el cuerpo hace un momento, en su vientre que espera ansioso una recompensa a su paciencia; y en su entrada, que desesperadamente trata de engullir la carne.”

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