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... as curious what the inside of a harpy who just laid an egg would taste like. My mouth tasted Lune while below I wanted to plant seeds in Harpy.
Squish.
As expected, not tight. Not even as tight as Harpy Angel, her daughter.
But it warmly heated my genitals inside. Like a mother bird warming her baby bird, even if Harpy didn’t shake her hips, she gently stroked my belly with her feathers in very, very leisurely movements.
Squish, squish.
"Haaah...."
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