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The apothecary wonders if it is the poison clouding her mind; she wonders why every slap, every "good girl," gives her butterflies in her stomach.
Why, when that person pulls out their cock, does she feel compelled to take it in her mouth...
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The apothecary returned to your maid's quarters during the night.
A strong smell of grass wakes you.
Opening your eyes, you come face to face with Mao Mao's feet.
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The apothecary wonders if it is the poison clouding her mind; she wonders why every slap, every "good girl," gives her butterflies in her stomach.
Why, when that person pulls out their cock, does she feel compelled to take it in her mouth...
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"Ah, uh, I... I was testing a poison and... it's... there were too many people in the neighborhood... I had to escape..."
She stammered, red as a tomato with shame, as she grabbed bits of straw here and there to cover herself and hide it.
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