my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

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        A long moan is released as Iroh presses his fingers between her thighs; back arching off the bed. Just as he wanted, her grip on his shoulders tighten, her other hand joining to rake down his back. Her body gives a small shudder in preparation as heat builds up in her core.Iroh’s name passes her lips in a whimpered plea, wanting more of him.