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... letic, her stomach flat and defined like she’s carved out of stone. Her breasts are a little smaller than Iris’s, but still more than enough to make my head spin. I’m pretty sure my hand would disappear if I were ever dumb enough to reach out and touch them.
In contrast, Iris is the personification of exaggeration, every curve pushed to its voluptuous limit under her tight witch clothes. But right now, even she seems at a loss for words.
I can’t stop my eyes from drifting between ...
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