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... f wedged against the Lady of the Swamp’s immense breasts, and across from them Duchess Rosalind sat in the host’s seat with a vein throbbing at her temple.
Daisy looked downcast, one hand clasping Joji’s beneath the table as though afraid he might slip away if she let go.
Lena, meanwhile, had already grown absurdly fond of her new pair of knockers and kept fondling them with shameless delight, clearly enjoying every jiggle.
"So, Joji," Duchess Rosalind asked, her voice co ...
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