Wind-Up Rocket

I always love the late afternoon. Not quite closing time, but still quiet. The lowering sun cast its liquid radiance through the wide front window, spilling a golden light across the worn blue carpet. Shimmering motes of dust swam in lazy circles in the light,
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“Group stuff turns me on,” Fereya whispered. 

Her voice was husky, rasping as she blew playfully into my ear. My claws tore feebly at her swollen middle, but to no avail. 

“F-Fereya,” I whined. “Control yourself.”

“Oh come on,” she purred. Her fingers tugge
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Chocolate mounds rose up, a thin sheen of sweat like a sugary glaze atop a rich, dark cake. My mouth watered just to lay my golden gaze on Sashur’s round ass. The deep valley between his cheeks beckoned to me with a radiant heat that I could feel on my button 
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