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round, rosy buds flattened—somewhat tortuously for the elf—by Nel's body.
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limited; the elf, however, felt her whole nervous system buckle under the shock-waves of pleasure, and the strain placed on the warping of her natural configuration.

In their closeness, Cheyenne's collared, button-up shirt was further slid off, exposing the full majesty of their bosom. Her

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human did it softly, swabbing her taste buds over lips, teeth, gums, and whatever else was in there. In synchronous, her enclosure enveloped, with only enough resistance, their lover, throbbing and sending vibrations across the shaft, once the crown nudged the culmination.

The movement was

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silenced underneath a pair of scrumptious muscles, echoed loudly down the mage's throat, swelling in decibels with the centimetres fused into her.

Her mouth hungered. The elf attempted to pry open Nel's oral cavity, in correspondence to their vaginal one; heated and sloppy kisses while the

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Pads pressed further into the flesh of their shoulder through Nel's shirt; a directed response from the prod to her wetten petals, then the grate over them, tightened more when the human aligned to the ravenous depression. Their following girlish squeals—which betrayed her muscular tomboy vibe—

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So fucking mean!

What the hell, why?!

Well... that is fine...

She'll become even more lifeless as they are laid on top of.

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grab onto Nel's shoulder, nudging them between those thighs.

⠀⠀"And I am your woman. Let's be fair, you're doing that no matter what nonsense I say~."
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still, opening her legs up for view, and watching intensely with a mischievous glint at Nel's stripping. A whistle from their throat as the 'special wand' was unveiled, sticking out toward the perfect 'training target.'

⠀⠀"Pfft, sometimes you sound like such a man..."

Her hands raised to

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scrawled to the dirtied floor - not the most romantic area, but this stuff didn't need to be sappy...

Feet kicked, and her legs thrashed, the purple-haired elf aided Nel in the removal of their undergarments, albeit in a seemingly playful, unhelpful manner. Cool air to the groin, Chey laid

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Chey melded their lips to hers without a second thought, an immediate attempt to deepen the passion, seeking to slide her tongue inside and savour the taste of her saliva. Instead, a startled yelp escaped, and their lips parted just as their pink appendage began its descent. The artificer laid

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were attempting to squeeze through the opening of her shirt.

The elf breathed heavily in Nel's face, holding intense eye contact.

⠀⠀"T-Take me, dummy...~"
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display of her inner desire for the human.

The following moans, squeaks, and squeals from Chey were more subdued, but ever more provocative, resounding from wet, red lips after each squeeze, push, and rub. Upper half bent forward, to let her bosom hang, looking like those hills of flesh

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Her face shifted into a crimson tomato the longer she stood there alone with their shirt unbuttoned, finally culled once Nel's palm slid onto exposed and still covered skin, claiming wide tracts of land for themselves. A lubricious moan from her as if on cue—mayhaps hyperbolic, but a clear

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Huhhhh? Shouldn't you be a little more "horny" for that, hrm? Or maybe at least use a strengthening spell to fix those little noodle arms... Which I love, by the way.

Anyways...

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Come and get me~

( While the mage may be taller, her ability to pick up a muscular lass with her normal strength was lacking, so Chey easily pried and stepped back from their arms! )

W-What are you doing?!

Duh, of course it is.

You will? Sure you will...