They might die if they try to do that...

Shou branded chocolate milk.

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she rested limply beneath Mikoto with the end of the waves.

It was a brief moment.

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩... mmm, she was sore and sensitive against their reverence, and yet Li resumed her appreciative moans and giggles, ready for a second go around.
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maniacal laughter.

Euphoria—even as she continued to be pistoned, her walls throb, contract, and explode, releasing all their build-up in scattered waves, while sheets shred and saliva foamed out of her mouth. Li Shou was all smiles throughout the session, yet it widened even further before

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it was compressed perpetually.

The 'honey' formed from the pot, and the herald of ooze brought from above, only bedazzled the newly christened reality; but it was a defining hallmark, the lubrication made one of their gyrations hit /just/ the right spot, throwing her head back into a

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and then into a half hour in the blink of a cat's...orgasm, the warrioress had carved their geometry near finely into those primaeval halls by then, loosening her to a mere wet, elastic suction on the length of the shaft. Nor did Shou's lower half raise any longer; it was kept in place, and

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material of the room's partitions itself a little, perceiving this earth-shattering divine fuck into what could be stylised as a really rough, good mortal fuck to Li Shou's senses.

In summary, Li Shou could keep up with their divine consort.

Seconds of these thrusts, turned into minutes,

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🍇 𝕷𝖎 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚 ;

Li Shou would be confused about how the two had gotten to the bed (teleportation?) if her thoughts weren't churned around with each plunge into their fat cunt. Her constitution as a Goddess protected her from the intensity of pressure, which, under the surface, started to crack the

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🍋 𝕷𝖎 𝖃𝖎𝖆𝖓 ;
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Hahaha... 💦
While she'd be a little interested to take a knock at his door, it is a little out of season now; an old cat trick-or-treating is already strange, but doing it after the holiday is even stranger!

Maybe something... autumn-ish... or a Santa outfit would be more fitting.
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the feline launched her thighs around Mikoto's waist, to bump those crotches closer together.
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rushed down her throat—or onto their chin—rather than as sustenance for any of their offspring. Despite the amount that greeted Mikoto, it wasn't easy to figure whether the activity made Li Shou's udders any less swollen...

Only one object she'd know was a hundred percent more 'swollen' as

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, but the intensity of their lapping and squeezing-stroking motion applies a special kind of pressure, which flares their hormones.

A trickle became a gush; squirting out just like a real bovine into the 'bucket' that was Mikoto's mouth, gulp after gulp went on to fill their gullet, and it

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Li Shou trembled, scraping the four stool legs a millimetre or so away over the tile, while the course of eccentric rapture ran to their spine from her bud. Those breasts—pulled back a slight distance—yanked forward by mouth and hand, ooze that white protein on the tongue, one trickle at a time

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