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Sophia panted lightly, her left breast poking out of her already skimpy dress while her right leg rested in the armrest of her throne, exposing her lightly quivering twat that was just explored. Sitting on her left thigh is Eleanor, finally recovering from the spur of lust she and Sophia have felt courtesy of Sophia's ungodly mistake.
At this remark, Eleanor, who was holding her wife's cheeks while lying flat on Sophia's left shoulder, visibly exhausted from all the ...
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