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[...Oh. He's big. Bigger than she thought he'd be. Her eyes don't meet his, but instead they fell to where the movement of his hands were. It's there, where his cock makes contact with her skirt, that her gaze is captivated. Ah, maybe she is a bit nervous now. Her body still feels tired, drained but she hates showing weakness to others and she's not about to turn into a pillow princess for him.

With an apprehensive gulp she begins dismounting his lap so her face will be closer to... to the objective.]

I won't be able to fit all of it, so feel free to do whatever you want with the rest. Giant freak.

[Is it too late to ask for a pint of blood?]