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... iling my shoulder, "You did pretty good."
The emphasis she put on "pretty" did little to reassure me. I knew too little about eyeliner to apply it properly, yet enough to know that I’d botched it; the lines were uneven in some spots and smudged in others.
If Illia hadn’t insisted.
Everything pressed too tightly. The panties squeezed and clung, sticky with my still leaking after-release.
How does Cora put up with this shit?
Another tug hit our tether. I sh ...
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