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“ 𝔥mm .. 𝔦’ll comply with what is needed , don’t expect me to be hesitant ..
𝔰he follows the motion of Archer’s hands with shut eyes , her own hands lifting faintly , held together just above her crotch , faint sounds come from the rustle of her robes .
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" ᴡell , to have this demonstration you’d have to do some things alongside me . Is that okay , Mystic Flour ?
The question was asked as more of a second ‘do you really want to do this ?’ From Wind Archer , knowing what will have to happen for a demonstration of this act . He +
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𝔰taring for a moment longer than needed . her legs complied with the shift , following the upwards guide of his hands , making her thighs pres against the prominent swell of her breasts , parting them slightly once his knees found the space between her legs .
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“ 𝔣lattery won’t make me any more compliant .. 𝔦 advise you to continue your display .
closed eyes followed each motion , each discarded piece of clothing and exposed inch of skin .. finally falling onto his member , her head tilting ——
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𝔥er quickening pace wasn’t ignored , the beast’s thighs beginning to clench together , surrounding Cocoa’s bulge in soft , plush warmth of her thick thighs , the constant rubbing making something in her chore to burn hotter , and making her slowly grow wetter ..
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𝔱he continued rhythm of slaps against her rear made her breath hitch and stutter , soft whines beginning to rip against her throat as she fought to keep them from coming out .. awfully failing to do so .
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Hearing that soft moan coming from the beast was all she needed to hear to give her asscheeks a couple more light smacks as her thrusting became faster. She moaned in pleasure from her exquisite dough squeezing and milking her bulge. +
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𝔱he grace of her movements haven’t left —— even through the shameful exposure of pale flesh under her robes , even as she kneeled , and laid softly onto her back .. 𝔥er movements were nothing but slow , calculated ..
“ 𝔤o ahead ..
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“ 𝔦 expect this to be done briefly ..
𝔥is instructions she followed —— and the fabric of the sash wrapped across her waist soon fell onto the floor , discarded .. the rest of her robes fell soon after .
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“ 𝔞 demonstration would be more efficient .. 𝔴ould it not .ᐣ 𝔦 suggest you make brief work of it —— i don’t wish my time to be wasted .
her closed eyes fell onto the other cookie , slow and calculated . she didn’t expect him to be the one offering +
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Mystic Flour Cookie , A mating press is - . . . would you rather a demonstration or an explanation ?
Even though he dislikes her apathetic views , he’d still be good help to learn about this thing . He slowly hesitated through his words as he knew not of what she’d do , sure , +
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𝔰ettiing it aside , her hands then found the open edge of silken robes —— pulling them open with a quiet , effortless grace .. 𝔞nd now there she stood , naked and calm , expression as unreadable as it had always been ..
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𝔫othing but a quiet , slow nod was given , a reaction too calm for the patriot given .. 𝔥er hands moved before hesitation could eat at her spine ; hands coming down to slowly untie the outer sash around her waist , lifting it gracefully before folding it +
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𝔱he only reason I see is nothing but perversion .. 𝔠ookie kind and it’s attachment to perversion is one that’s nothing short of sickening .. 𝔴hat reasons do you seem to find that I can’t .ᐣ
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A mating press is... As said, when someone presses or pins the other down against a surface and performs mating, sexual acts with them.
And I'd say that there's a multitude of reasons why exactly.
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𝔰he couldn’t deny the tiny , shameful noise that came from her chest , nor could she hide it under the caress .. a faint moan leaving her lips with the slap , and her body tensed slightly , only to then soften against the warm hands of the other .
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𝔰he could feel each stuttering thrust —— each throb and pulse of Cocoa’s bulge as it pressed in between her thighs . her own body reacting similarly , thighs squishing together , matching the incessant rhythm of her hips with the twitching of her own .
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Feeling her warm touch on her bulge made her thrust a bit faster as it was now squished between her plump thighs. Her bulge had grown so much that it had become almost as big as her short-stack body. She kept kneading and fondling her asscheeks before she gave them a light +
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𝔬ne of her hands lifted , bracing itself along the curve of the smaller cookie’s neck , an act for stability disguising the want for closeness that lay underneath .. yet , as the faint echo of skin slapping against flesh ringed , +
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