AdCents wipes off her pleasure pouch, goes to the bed
--and sits. Stretching, she lies back on satin sheets, and runs her Rands over her arching bodice--down between her propers prop. Reaching back, her hand closes upon a mauve male nullifier. Drawing her propers prop up into the stratosphere, she pushes it back and forth between the hoist flaps of her pleasure pouch, working it gradually to greater heights, all the while transfixed by her own image, larger-than-life, gyrating with
Lucy in the sky for pie.
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