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Danielle looked to the Bimbo’s eyes. Something passed between them. Perhaps the game helped, or maybe it was just obvious to Bethany, but she nodded and leaned away, arching her back and pronouncing her breasts all the more. A hand found Danielle’s testicles, fondled and worked the extravagant amount of spit and other fluids into them, then moved beyond. To her own feminine sex.

“Oh gosh! That’s… whoa!”

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