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A spring I never noticed dug into the bottom of my back and the sheet kept peeling away from the bottom corner and wrapping itself around my leg. Things I never noticed when you were here.

I close the door steadily and watch them rotate on the spot, eyes drifting across my home. I follow their eyeline and then see what they see. 

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🏢❌🏢 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🏢❌🏢

Let's go spying on the neighbors lol!
I'll be the one in the tiger print.

“If it’s not too much trouble. I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart.”

 The shape of his mouth meant he didn’t so much suck on her clit as he did slurp on it, an act that involved the roughness of his tongue and the pressure of suction, but wetter and somehow so much better, better than anything she’d ever experienced before and likely never would again.

  You’ve never seen him without his shirt on, he might have six nipples. It wouldn’t matter if he did, she thought resolutely. More to love.

  She wondered what sort of child a human and minotaur would have together, trying to imagine a baby with messy hair and velvety-soft ears, and a slender, swishing tail.

...when only several minutes into his milking and without a single thrust of warning, he moaned long and loud, his cock erupting, coating her chest in ropes of his release, coming on her and on the floor, and nowhere near the milking machine.

There are a lot of species that go through seasonal heats, did you know that? It’s not just being horny, it’s a medical handicap. Not everyone has the luxury of having someone at home to help them get through it. Being a heat helper is a real job, you know, and a lucrative one.

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✊🥛✊ . . . (F)BR With Milkmaid Twinsie CC . . . ✊🥛✊

Stretching my fingers for all the milking we'll be doing 😆
I'll be sweet and shit in pink.

It’s the life I chose, and it’s the life I would choose a thousand times over.

 This can’t be. This can’t be.

He starts to move, his hips rocking against me, slowly at first, stretching me and making me squirm. His tongue drags along the crest of my shoulder, up to my neck, and he pulls the flesh between his teeth, grunting, while his cock hits deeper, his thrusts quickening.

All I know is that I’m envious of both of them in this moment. I’m goddamn jealous of their loss.
To lose is to have loved.
It’s when we have nothing left to lose that we truly know suffering.

 Melody.
Honestly, her name irritates the fuck out of me. No woman should have a name like music and a face like poetry. She’s a walking contradiction.

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❌💔❌. . . (F)BR with the Shhluts . . . ❌💔❌

So excited for this one!
I’ll be the one on the ladder on the right.

Join us on Shhlutty Read Nov 1-30: https://bit.ly/Nov21SR

Tears wobbled in my eyes. “I wouldn’t let you.”

  Starved for oxygen, I gasped and moaned. Fingers snaked between the crack of my ass, and he pressed his thumb over the forbidden ring of muscle, tickling me with soft strokes.

He lifted his hand to bolts of jagged light that flickered between his fingers, caught in his palm, and directing his gaze on the men below, he could hear their shouts as they readied for a war they would never win.

She bucked her hips forward, spreading herself open, and felt a warm wet tongue glide over her exposed slit. Lifting her head showed the baron feasting on her, licking his fingers and lips, as if he were starved for her taste.

 “It’s, um …my stomach, I think.”
“Your stomach,”he said in a flat voice and leaned forward. Resting his hands on the arms of the chair, he caged me in. “Your stomach, or your thighs?”His gaze dipped toward them and back to me. “They do seem to be clenching quite a bit.”

Wind rushed past me as the tickle in my stomach climbed up toward my throat. I opened my mouth to scream, but all I could muster was an unintelligible screech. The rocks faded, replaced by ground that rushed toward me with a terrifying determination. 

“My point is that beneath the earth lies the roots, dirt and worms, where everything decays in order to feed the beauty you find so perfect. In order for something to live, something must rot.”

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💀⭕💀 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 💀⭕💀

Going witchy lol!
I'll be the one in the middle.

“Welcome to the greatest show on Earth,”

I let out a startled gasp as a handful of water is rocketed against my face.

 Regardless, I know that this is the first time in a long time that I’ve stepped out into the spotlight and didn’t feel like nothing more than an animal.
Tonight, I feel worth the scraps we’ll be given. 

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🔪🎪 🔪. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . .🔪🎪 🔪

Back to the Carnaval!
I'll be the freakshow in white lol!

“I love you, Glen.”

 “We don’t get the fairy tale, Tryst. We get the catastrophic tragedy.”