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