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indisposed.

well, shit, perhaps she should have asked for the throne. ha.

lazily she lapped more on the pine wine up, eager to have her fill if not stopped. ursus had been fun, but not this type of fun. drinks and desires fulfilled was more her speed.

i haven't found something specific, she cooed softly, sprawling out, earthy limbs reached towards his position. maybe you can tell me more about what gets fulfilled here, maybe you can tell me where you picture me as your mazoi.