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She wiggles her body underneath me. I meant every word of it too. There were black and gold vases filled with dried flowers and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal skins and furs. Her fingers slipped over the firm mounds and tantalizingly played with the engorged nipples, pushing and pressing and then back to kneading of her aching breasts.
I may dye mine again. What the heck. I can breathe underwater thanks to my time with Brooke, but I cant make a fishs tail. Hmm, would a dragons tail work. A couple seconds and a bit of a drain on my system later, my tailbone feels heavy. Eric was catapulted into a sexual frenzy.