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His sneer returns. "A puny little witch like you couldn't last a minute with a god, especially one of my immense girth." Girth? Heat floods my pussy, making my clit swell. I sweep my gaze up and down his seven-foot form, taking in the way his fur clings to his thick, ropey muscles. If his cock is in any kind of proportion to his size, then I'm screwed. In more ways than one. Fuck.
Birched by the Krampus
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