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“Anyway,” she grumbled, turning back to the window, “you can leave. Sex video I watched with bated breath as Eva flailed and writhed, her breasts jiggling in their leather straps, her pregnant belly flexing and distending, her hips oscillating to a jerking, violent rhythm. Why did you not realize who she was then?”
“Because I wasn’t looking.”
Arbor laughed. And when we moved to each other’s pussies, we paid special attention to the petals that lined the blushing entrance before we moved to the budding clit. And while my ambitions were never as lofty as the throne itself, I wouldn’t toss it away if it fell into my lap. Furia’s breasts squished wetly against my back, her heart thundering, her breath hot upon my neck.